After a period of failed love, after a few difficult days, I began to enter the season of loneliness. I have a lot of friends around me, but I still lack tenderness and emotion. I used to be so energetic for her and full of happiness in life. , Now I start to feel that I have a chronic disease - loneliness is a disease.
In the rainy season in the south, there is continuous rain outside the window, lonely invasion, typing on the keyboard, distracted, not thinking of her, but a kind of gloomy melancholy, but everything should continue.
I finally met the new one one day. She is very good, but I can't tell how good she is. I just feel that being with her is very warm and warm. Now I just want to live with her and cook for her. Delicious, she is tired, accompany her, she is sick, take care of her. When I was at work, I secretly sent her a text message and told her that I missed her very much today, but I must continue to work hard for the sake of a well-off life. Then she came back. She has to work hard. It's up to you to eat and eat porridge. I miss you. So they were very competitive
and then they separated. There was no separation, but the two gradually lost their passion. Sometimes I think about what passion is, such a strange and elusive thing, is there really no passion? Or they are used to each other, and they feel that the other side is by their side when they are separated. Love needs fresh air.
After two people separated, they began to feel nothing, going to work, after get off work, exercising, reading books, watching movies, gathering with friends, and occasionally having one or two romantic encounters, purely playing with ambiguity, just like the stickiness of those suitors, let them It's all up and down, I know what I want to do, about love, I look forward to it and I'm afraid of being hurt, I still have the old him (she) in my heart, but it's just a shadow, not very real, even vague, spelling it out. I wanted to wipe it clean and see it clearly, but I never imagined that it was a watercolor painting that had encountered moisture, and it was all mixed up.
Loneliness is a disease, and loneliness invades.
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