Secret love has one thing in common, most of those perspectives are from the back, and they are all vague secret admirers, small and humble campus crushes. I know it's you just by looking at your shoes, I know it's you by looking at your back, I know it's you by your walking posture, I know it's you passing by with an expressionless face, and I'm ecstatic after passing by. Campus crush is very good, it's so beautiful every time I think about it, maybe it's so painful that I have selectively forgotten it. Secret love is not painful, what is painful is that I want to have it. Now I hate you and hate that you treat me as a friend. I have never regretted meeting him. I am also lucky to have a group of friends who have witnessed the existence between us. If you really want to blame me, blame me for not seizing the opportunity. Call it fate, we failed to continue to contact, call it no fate, so many on-again, off-again encounters, whether they were destined or not, are all gone.
I am reluctant to delete anything about him, but he seems to be willing to let it go. I am a person who likes to reminisce about the past. Whenever I mention it again, the memory will be as fresh as if we will meet again after that day has just passed. I don't know whether we will meet again in the future. What kind of Moments did you post today? What does the copywriting mean? Are you missing me too? Maybe I'm the only one in pain. If the two of us had reconciled long ago, we'd read Tarot countless times just to see the answers and results we wanted. Attachment is like a big needle dropped into the deep sea. It sinks deeper and deeper, and even the waves cannot wash it away.
You have been appearing in my dreams since you left. I have deceived everyone but myself. I still can't figure out why you were so kind to me when you planned to leave. Then you walked into my life again. I am not afraid of loneliness. I am afraid that everyone will bring short-term happiness. What are you afraid of? From now on, I am afraid of the courage to face happiness and the doubts about being good with everyone.
I am nostalgic, I am afraid of the smells and music that carry memories, I am afraid that I will fall into the past again and be unable to live a good life now, and I will still regret my previous choices before going to bed or when taking a shower. I am a strange person, but I hope someone can read this book carefully, even though it is just me
The last page of the book is farewell
Intention: youth