Through the gaps in the traffic flow, gaze quietly at him, “The man who really loves you will definitely hold your hand when crossing the road”, and look at his face from a distance, that is like the love smile that was lingering last night , Now it seems so distant and vague. Now I love him more in bed. What about him?
I love grapes, so I call it grapes. I will throw a beautiful arc, let the grapes fall into my mouth 100% accurately, and then my eyes will laugh like grape tears.
No one knows anyone, so gold is extravagant, and I am in love with this abominable guy who can scold people. He is such a domineering fellow. He smiled like a bad guy, but he wasn’t, so I always called him a “fucker”, never knowing to know and then to strangers, and after a reincarnation, he was tired.
I thought I was very free and easy, I thought I could control, I thought I could wave my hand without taking away a cloud. It’s just that I forgot, and forgot that I was emotional.
Perhaps the most beautiful time when love is in its infancy. In a game of chasing, I am laughing, happy, and making fun in pride. I like to watch his angry and gritted face after being tricked and say, “Bite you! Don’t get rid of it! Wait until you get bored. You are like stinky shit to you!” I will laugh and tears, but I believe that there will be such a day.
Love someone is no secret in front of her. I always think so, so for the day he told me the privacy Q password, I put him in my heart. But love is a game for two people, and three people is an injury. Just as he minded me, I also minded his past.
If a woman is willing to have a child for you, it means giving her life to this man. So I can’t, can’t hurt a woman who is willing to give birth to him.
“Give me a baby!” He looked at me and said. I know that the brave woman is not me. This is an ambiguous season, even the temperature difference is so lingering, whether love is the same
There are three holes in the face mask, feeling like a ghost, waking up in the early morning, surfing the Internet, and making a cup of very strong coffee, simply insomnia in the end. Some people say that the life of love is three months, and they counted their fingers, and the love with him happened to be three months, which was the end of their lives.
He flexibly walked across the road from side to side. At the moment of looking back, there was already a lot of traffic. He was over there, I was over here.
Through the gap of the traffic, stare at him quietly,’The man who really loves you will definitely hold your hand when crossing the road’, and look at his face from a distance, that is like the love smile that was lingering last night , Now it seems so distant and vague. Now I love him more in bed. So, does he?
actually hurt. Came to this strange place, just because there is him here, I thought my company would bring happiness to Jincanruoyang. The distance of 600 miles is neither far nor close, but now I find that when I exaggerate the distance of 600 miles, we are not closer because of it, and the heart seems to be farther away.
I wouldn’t drink. I was a guy who had drunk red wine and would fall to the ground. The sad drunk, deeper, deeper and more blurred. I won’t let him know or see my sadness and sadness. Love is not forced and demanded. Tomorrow, I will leave.
“You are drunk.” He hugged and kissed softly until it was soft and blurred, conquering each other frantically, craving deeply, so that this feeling of tacit understanding was carved into the softest place in my heart, and I loved it too much. Ask for it, love to rebuke: “Grapes, I love you.” He said suddenly. I have been laughing, smiling drunkenly and dimly, he seldom says love, I think, maybe he is also drunk. What conquers a man’s heart is always irrelevant to his body.
In the early morning, in his sleep, I left.
The city fell into chaos and dampness in the early morning, and the heavy rain overnight caused the city’s traffic to fall into a state of paralysis. It took a long time to hit the taxi. My happy sister was turned away from the world, and I wanted to cry. There is a feeling of being bullied by dogs. I have no goals, and I can’t find signposts. I began to fear the unknown around me, so cowardly I dare not take steps.
The car was still flooded, paid the fare, walked in the rain, repeated warnings, repeated reviews. I think I have a good memory and record every bit of my life. So I think, I can’t forget all this until the day I can forget.
Surrounded by water, cars, people, in the noisy crowd feel more and more lonely and dazed, there is a feeling of being thrown away, the speeding big car unscrupulous hurricane, shallowly wet me, muddy water, a face Tears, sitting on the roadside, crying fiercely, I will not call him. From the moment I walked out of the house, I decided to give up. I would rather lose myself than find him again. I feel that since he can rest assured that I am going alone, there is no need to call him again. If you don’t have it, you will get used to it without you. If, of course, only if, I have never had you in my world, where is my heart now
Finally, I got home. It was dark. The boyfriend I came to pick up was a nerd who thought I was foolish and played chess with me, allowing me to regret chess and lazy chess. Seeing me covered in mud, his heartache turned red, holding my hand in his palm and kept frustrating until he threw the cold hand to fever. Tears fell like rain. I have ignored this man’s existence countless times, like the mud on the soles of my feet, and I will not feel a little bit of pain when throwing. In front of him, I have displayed the willfulness and domineering countless times, but this person has been missing for a few days. Looking like crazy, hugged me tightly on the cold windy platform: “Don’t run around, please.” I cried even more fiercely because I saw him crying.
went home, turned on the machine, threw himself into the bathtub, and immersed in the water, only to be unable to breathe. The phone rings and is gold. Looking at the number that had been chromed into memory, I kept watching it calling and calling, and the tears began to spread little by little. ! “I’m worried about you. I know you are angry. I’m sorry. I’m sad. I was wrong.” He said with information. “You’re not wrong, it’s my fault, I’m wrong.” Then shut down and sleep. It’s just that I was crying, but I didn’t cry. Because I just caught a cold, so weep. I didn’t cry, just tears. that is it. Love has been flying far away, and has changed with the seasons. Say goodbye to the face that I loved.
Love is actually a matter for two people, I understand. Love is in the heart, not in bed. It is a society far away from love and very close to ambiguity. Men and women have a way to go between love and non-love, even for a long time, that is ambiguous. It’s just that you are not my signpost, nor will it be my goal. Without my world, you will live well, and I think so do I.