I watched two concerts that were not too bad, listened to some very old songs, silently recited Huang Weiwen's words, and experienced many unspeakable emotions that they called tangled.
Then, sick and tired of watching this movie in bed.
This is not even a love movie. Love has always been a disaster, and it shows this disaster too real, so it easily hits some people in the cinema, some people curled up on the sofa at home, and some people leaning on the shoulders of new male (girl) friends. people. They were at a loss with the popcorn, they held the pillows carefully and sobbed carefully, and they started to stiffen against their partner's neck...
ha, this is really a movie that brings back memories. How do you say that, that bitch, is he (she) back again?
You have guessed the tone of each word he said, collected his favorite music, participated in boring group activities for him, played childish games with him, observed every expression of him, studied every body language of him, and walked the dog for him. Buying cat food, fantasizing about his first kiss, trying to blend into him and his friends, carefully planning every festival he spends, obsessed with his retro dress and hypocritical eyes and reasons for anger and free attitude. All the good and the bad about him.
He raised his eyes to look at you, so the sky was clear; he bowed his head and said nothing, you were struck by thunder.
You thought it was love, but he said it was just a joke. Some people are born to make jokes, just as some people are born to fall into it.
What to do, you believe that the so-called fate is destined, but he is sensible and impeccable. All life is created, and there is a reason for it. The vocabulary is the same. Since you choose to believe in love, he can naturally laugh at that definition.
Okay, so you start half chasing and half giving up. Do you think that one day after spending like this, he will eventually be moved to the point of crying and crying and leaning on your feet saying true love is invincible. But at dinner, he took the lead to express that since the feelings are dull, why not choose to let go and be friends after the two people break up. Maybe someday they can make an appointment for a drink and the relationship can be warmed up just like Xiao Wang and Xiao Li in the office next door.
You give him a slap, the street staged a runaway Laura crying dimly. You are consciously caught off guard for this love being ruined, and you don't even know the end.
You don't have time to stop and heal your injuries, you don't even have your own dwelling. Friends around you encourage you with ridicule. How can modern people have time to be broken in love and have the strength to cry than to take a few more aerobic deep breaths.
So in the next few weeks, months, or years, you changed jobs, met a few nice people, went out on dates a few times, and watched a lot of American and Japanese TV series. Old friends are still the same ones. In addition to the cinema popcorn on weekends, it is the KTV big four.
You don’t know if your injury is over. You just want to say that it’s not bad to live like this, at least you can take care of yourself. Later, I was dating a new partner one day, and I ran into it in a coffee shop you had been to, and found that he was clinging to someone else’s hand with a sign that he was getting old. You froze for a moment, tears and saliva poured into your throat at the same time and swallowed it back together. You see, humans are inherently cheap, and the same is true of love, a thing created by humans. You are still in pain, but he touched your head and said that there is something unhappy to say to make everyone happy.
What are you going to say?
hey, you know what, i used to like you.
No, I love you.
Like is so different from love. I like to just cut the heart to make a puzzle. If it is messed up and put it together, it can be complete; but love is different. It is cut and cooked with a heart knife and cooked and ground into powder to make your main dish. Condiments.
It hurts to think about it.
So you don't say anything. When you get to the corner, you look back and see his back, thinking of you in the past. A bitter and ridiculous complete reincarnation. Finally you still win, the word puppet you have experienced, he now has it all.
You are relieved. Love is just a little thing for a person, sometimes it can change the world, sometimes it can't change a person.
In those days you shared, he gave you a lot, no matter the joy or the pain, it is worth remembering one by one. What you give back, in addition to the love of lightning and flint, there are countless reminiscences day and night. This seemingly unfair encounter has repeated itself fairly and repeatedly between you and the other him. Isn't this what people have been saying, life?
Back home, tossing and turning. You have forgotten his number, but you want to communicate with him about love. You vaguely remember the words he said to you first.
Do you like me?
Believe it, the person who asked this sentence will eventually choose to leave first.
Can a PS be?
PS: I like Joseph Gordon-Levitt for a long time. I really like it.
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