I miss you so much, ZZ, my first love, I can't even remember what you look like. I have to think hard to get back to those sultry summer nights. Your face is blurred, but my mood is clear. I wish I could go back to that time when I could still love someone unscrupulously, and cry a lot when facing separation. I don't want to pretend I'm not sad, and I don't want to keep thinking about why after more than two months. Why hide it, why don't you dare to say it, why can't you be sad. I don't dare to like others anymore, I'm afraid of being slowly given up, and I'm afraid that others are just sympathetic and kind to me.
I will never love someone else first again.
No more pointless discussions, no more temptations, no more hope, everything is pointless.
Is love really a compulsory course, marriage must be love, and the other good things in life can’t be beaten without a partner after all?
Can I really have no house and no car, can I not do housework, can I really find a soul mate, support each other and trust each other at all times? What should I do if I can't find it, what if no one wants to marry me, will I become a winner in life when I get married, why is it funny when I cry like this?
No one likes funny girls.
No one, where are you.
will you come.
If I don't come, if I don't come, will I be in pain?
So many questions, can anyone tell me the answer.
I was about to lose all confidence, about to be thrown into the dark.
I prayed with all the faint hope left, God, Buddha, please tell me, can I still meet that person in my life, can I ask him to come quickly, I waited anxiously and scared.
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