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I've met many people, and they quickly met the people they liked, quickly established relationships, and eventually quickly separated until they finally exhausted the best of themselves, and scolded the world for not having true love at all when they were utterly depressed.
Love is a process of trial and error, and there are always many people who like it. But it does not mean to try every heart-beating person, nor does it mean to start love blindly for fear of missing out. True love should be more like a tacit companion, leaving aside the freshness for a while, and those flashes that I see behind your strengths and weaknesses, but still think you are cute.
I have shed tears for you, suffered the torture of losing you, but still firmly you. It's you who understand my cautious desire to speak and stop, but will still calm me to say that it's okay. It's you who have seen me most easygoing and fragile, but still hold me in my arms. There are so many people in the world that I can like. The feeling of heartbeat is always very common, but I would like to meet a person who, though stupid and ordinary, can never replace the people who don't like too fast.
After all, the joy of first sight. It's always better not to be tired of the shortcomings.
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