and some love, which I will never encounter in my life, that kind of deep into the bones, like being slowly swallowed by bacteria, from resistance to habit, To the point of being unable to extricate themselves, and finally into the blood. Become an indivisible part of the body and even life.
Such a feeling, once in a lifetime, is enough. It can be savored and experienced for a lifetime.
Such a feeling, in a lifetime, can only be felt for a person, love to the core, even if I meet someone who loves each other again in the future, but such a feeling will never exist again, such passion, such courage, never again. It seemed that all the energy, all the energy, all the enthusiasm was drained on this man.
Therefore, when we love again, we find that we have lost the passion to love someone.
Is this a sad thing, or something worth cherishing? After many years, you can still think about how crazy and persistent you were for a person in the past, even if you already knew that the ending was not good, But still love hard.
I think, I have lost the strength to even love now, it's not that I don't expect love, I'm just disappointed in love. I am a sensitive and insecure person. Every time I fall in love, I devote myself all the time involuntarily. So in exchange for the current indifference and calmness.
I found that I was no longer the person who was moved to tears because of a warm word and a promise. Now, facing those so-called warmth is just a smile. Knowing that I shouldn't believe it anymore, the pain, once is enough, and it's not just once. I think I learned to protect myself and keep myself calm. For love, take the mentality of letting nature take its course. Because I know that no one will accompany me forever.
I envy those twilight old people in pairs. Holding each other's hands tightly in winter to keep each other from slipping. Faced with a lover who is behind the ear, he will not be impatient. Occasionally bicker, saying that the other party is a bad old man. In your spare time, yo-yo, play cards, there will always be someone waiting for you when you get home.
This kind of life, plain but really happy.
Am I old enough to think about this. Or he is too naive, too sigh of the passage of time.
I thought I stepped out of the past, and now I realize I was wrong. I am too cowardly.
I'm really cowardly, because I'm hurt and I don't dare to go any further. When I start a new love, I'm obliging, get into my own shell, and protect myself too much. Believe nothing.
What is wrong with me.
I want to have someone by my side, I want to be the first to think of this person at night when I wake up from a nightmare, and to hear him say, don’t be afraid, I am there. I long for him to accompany me and cover my stomach every time the dysmenorrhea is too bad. Desire to hold me and wipe my tears when I am sad.
However, this person, if you really come, do I really have the courage to be with you?
I will definitely reject you for fear of getting hurt in the future. I am that kind of person.
I found that I was going down the wrong path, choosing to be with people I didn't like.
And what I really like, I am afraid that
I can't be like this together.
Who can give me this courage, tell me, let me take you, don't think about what will happen in the future.
She said, how can I save you, how can I make you strong, how can I make you not strong, how can I make you believe in me.
Really, I was moved. However, it was only for a moment
that you said you wanted to find someone to be with, so why not me?
so. Whatever it is, it doesn't need to be deliberate.
Anyway, I am hopeless.
Calm is Calm.
These are all thanks to the person who hurt me. Without her, I am still living in the fantasy of love
.
I think that when that person should appear, it will naturally appear. I don't need to hurry.
2010.1.11
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