Dialogue of love

The confession of how many spring flowers and autumn moon are buried in a funeral heart, putting the dream of two butterflies on the deep shelf of a quiet building full of cobweb, and not easily starting the closed heart door. Alone quietly immersed in the past, unwilling to wake up. I don’t know when what happened, from the distant memory, rolling the hot warmth, but it has been countless memories of yesterday and yesterday. At that time, I was still young and didn’t feel how high and thick the sky was, and sometimes I wanted to fight the wave with high spirits. As a result, that inexplicable feeling came quietly without any precautions, just like the morning air contained ignorant fool, but ushered in the sunrise. I didn’t regard it as love, because I haven’t figured out whether it is love or not until now. In one’s imagination, love is a hot note as high as a love song and dazzling like a shining sun. Like glue, keep missing, keep attachment, keep thinking! Keep loving! But I didn’t feel half at that time. After the reaction, I really thought about it. I really missed it and really attached it. Is this love? I have no answer myself, because this emotion has no final result, and I don’t know whether the emotion without marriage is love. Various versions of love are dazzling, but they are at a loss. I hope who can give me a satisfactory answer. In the end, she still let go. In her words, she let go because of love. I didn’t understand why she let go when she loved. Isn’t the result of love close up with each other? Can separation better reflect love? Perhaps there are emotions that I don’t understand. I always think that my emotional intelligence is low, and I often feel like an emotional idiot. In spite of this, I also understand that some love can not be casual, but why did you want to love at the beginning? If there is no beginning, where does lovesickness come from? If there is no end, there will be no heartache. It is not clear how much the emotion that the spring breeze and the autumn frost smoke contains. It’s just that I have been deeply attached to me for a long time and have lost my mind. Now I will be depressed by chance. It seems that memory is not a matter of a moment, but a place that has always been kept is only deliberately sealed. Listening carefully in the silence, you can still hear the sound as if nothing came, and suddenly it was wet somewhere. After the end of more than seven hundred days and nights in two years, the conversation that could not be forgotten was still like a shadow and could not get rid of it. She said: I have to let go, because I love you. I said: why do I hurt my heart? She said: let your heart ache, I have to let go. I said: let go, please don’t find a reason, not to mention loving me. She said: I love, believe it or not, but I don’t want more people to feel the same pain as us. I am speechless. Then I said: Then why do you start, why did it start and end again? She said: I didn’t want to start but I started. I didn’t want to end but I had to end. I was speechless and said silently for a while: Can We Still Be Friends? She was also speechless and said in silence for a long time: Let’s stay in each other’s memory! I said: I understand, I don’t hate, but I don’t bless her. She said: I bless you every day. I said: I will never see her again. I will fall into a long silence again, cold and tears, she didn’t speak, just silent. She didn’t see me crying, because I deliberately didn’t let her see it. I didn’t want to expose a man’s vulnerability to broad daylight, let alone increase her heartache. I think she is also crying! Also don’t want to make me sad! Let silence swallow us together! In my heart, I silently pray for time to fix this moment as the last moment of my life. The later days still passed day by day, and there was no fixed frame. What I thought had been forgotten was clean, but I didn’t expect it to roll out casually. There are still so many emotions. It doesn’t increase or decrease, but there is no past temperature and tears.

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