I've been in a relationship for the past two years. Although at first I positioned him as someone I would regret if I missed it, so I started to associate with him. I know in my heart that in the end we will be separated. Amazingly, the more I got involved and the more I felt for him, the less engaged he seemed to be. Is it really? Love seems like a game, always one trades off the other. In the process, because I was afraid of losing him, I gradually lost myself. In the end, he couldn't keep him. Maybe women should be like Jane, respecting themselves, and insisting on themselves is the premise of being respected. A confident woman is invincible. Fortunately, I left for a year according to the original plan. I felt that separation would take away my infatuation with him and cut off my unrealistic and beautiful fantasies about him. This year, I was very happy, I traveled everywhere, and my life was very fulfilling. Although I always think of him from time to time, it is not an unforgettable love. He was an important and special character in my past life. I came back a year later and still wanted to meet him, maybe just to say hi, maybe just have a meal together. He approached me again. Like when he started. He is like my poison. I know it's a fruitless injury, but I'm happy with it. It was me who gave him the right to hurt me again and again. I have nothing to complain about either. He only tells me how much he likes me when he's a little drunk, and I'm so insatiable. Is he a person who is not good at expressing feelings? Only confided when drunk? What I do know is that he's a cold guy, most of the time, when we don't see each other. The more I write, the more I feel like a fool. Isn't the answer obvious? But I still indulge myself, indulge myself in that illusory feeling. Soon I'll be leaving again, and with less than 20 days left, I don't really care what the truth is. If he told me he had no feelings for me, then I would walk away. But when he told me he liked it, I didn't want to leave, even though doubts and insecurities always eroded my heart. Everyone will meet the person who changed her along the way, and he taught me how not to let myself fall into certain wrong feelings. I will be very careful in the future, but there is nothing I can do about him.
Jane Eyre will be my teacher, and I will keep reading and learning her independence, strength and insight. and trying to be more like her.
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