I have never believed those nonsense: to make you more determined and look forward to the better in the future. . . Love is being together. Real people, smiles visible, body temperature that can be felt. The longer the time, the truth fades away, and you really can't do anything about it.
You can’t always remember those episodes, because you will not be able to bear it, your chest is blocked by things, you try to open your mouth as much as possible, want to take this breath, and then tell yourself not to think about it, or you will collapse, after all, life is still To continue. One day, at a certain moment, no one else was there, crazily thinking, missing, shouting, and crying. . Although you have been trying to change this situation, things are still counterproductive. . . The days passed, and some things gradually disappeared.
Don’t know when it will start, another person enters your life, he/she knows your story, he/she is empathetic, and most importantly, he/she is so real in your world. Between the painful yearning for the past and the beautiful new relationship, at this turning point, what is your choice?
It is said that people’s memory is selective, and painful managers will gradually forget, leaving only those beautiful fragments. Remember the first time you met? Hug for the first time? The first kiss, the first sex, the first fight, the first trip. Maybe I can't remember the time and place, I just remember the sunset shining on my face, affectionate eyes, and innocent smile.
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