Write an article about unrequited love: unrequited love is a narcissistic journey.
Secret love is a person's eternal life and a narcissistic journey.
20 13 is about to pass. If there is anything worth missing this year, it is her. I don't know when I began to like her. I still remember the trip to the Sun Tribe. I am really excited and a little excited to be with her. It was a sunny and windy afternoon at the end of April, and they all went to play. I waited with her, sunshine.
I never told her that I liked her. Although my colleagues occasionally joke about whether you like her or not, I always say yes or something with a smile. She never said anything, and then talked, joked and played as usual. Maybe she never knew that I really liked her, or knew but never took it to heart, or pretended not to know. I never told her that I liked her, although I once said it with a smile. Sometimes she asks me why. I always say that I am thinking of you and waiting for you. She always says yes or yes, but I don't know what to say.
I have never confessed to her for fear of rejection. So she will never know, sometimes her words will make me sad for a long time, sometimes her words are annoying, and why you are so annoying will make me feel whether it really hinders her. Sometimes I want to stay away from her and don't want to annoy her again, but I can't. I won't contact her, but I will still think of her smile, her beauty, her eyes and her movements.
Now she's gone and gone to other places far away. I want to tell her that I like her when she's gone, so I don't have to be afraid of rejection, and I won't be embarrassed after rejection. What's the worst thing that can happen? I just stopped contacting her. Is it okay? I'll never see her again anyway. What is the connection? But the day she left, she still didn't say it.
Now, I'm leaving soon, leaving this place and never seeing her again. And tell her I like her. The best I can do is not to contact her. It doesn't matter. Let me forget her quietly.
I don't know what to say myself. It's better to say it.
Write an article about unrequited love: unrequited love
At the end of college, when I found that I had never been in love once in college, I began to think of you, the girl I had a crush on. Now that I'm a senior three, I've come to the road you've traveled, but you're gone. When I stand here, can I feel your feelings?
At this time, it is already the dusk of love, there will be no more love, and we will no longer fantasize about sweet campus love. Because everyone's heart is dead, at least we can't live in this area, and now everyone is worried about the future. So when I think of love, I can only think of you, because you are the only emotional sustenance for my four years in college.
At the moment, I just want to see everything about you. I can't remember a certain day of a certain year, but your face is more and more clear in my memory. Now that I think about it, I fell in love with you so early, even in the first half of my sophomore year. In this way, I have a crush on you for three years, almost throughout my whole college life. It was the winter of my sophomore year, and I remember it very clearly, because when I looked up, you were sitting not far from me, with a colorful scarf on your pink coat and long hair burning with big waves. My hazy eyes look at you, like an angel who has strayed into the world. Beautiful and spotless. Your snow-white skin and big eyes tell me how you can't be an angel! So I pretended to read, put on my eyes, but my head looked at you from time to time. Your expression is focused and holy, holy and not touching. I can't help looking at you over and over again. And when you got up and wandered around the bookshelf, and your fingertips crossed the book cover, I was finally surrendered by you. Your light footsteps and flying arms make me want to kneel in front of you. I was really moved by you that time. After you left, I was still immersed in the picture just now. When I slept that night, I played back you in my mind. For the first time, I found that my brain can also be used as a video recorder. That is, from that day on, a small corner in my heart is no longer empty, and I know that there will be an angelic girl living here from now on.
The day after I first met you, we met again. This time, you sit opposite me. We were so close to the first time, I could see the freckles on your face, but that was the last time. Even so, it will not affect your beauty in my heart, but it feels more real, which really makes me feel that I can reach out and touch your face. Many times, I will still take off my eyes and pretend to look at you casually. Although I am a little unclear, I am also satisfied, because I also want you to see my most beautiful appearance! At that time, I was thinking, why don't I grow tall and powerful, or I can be a child of a rich family and give you everything you want. Seeing the SonyMp3 you used increased my inferiority and cowardice. I don't want to appear in front of you as I am now, but I hope we can go on like this forever. You sit opposite me and time will stop at this moment forever.
I often saw you on the first floor during that time, because I was always there, maybe three or four times. I asked Xiao Pang why there were so many beautiful women in the library at once. Xiao Pang said that beautiful women will come to the library to study at the end of the term. My heart suddenly lost a lot, because I may not see you until the end of the term. In those days, I desperately wanted to know everything about you, what year you were in, which department you were in, and what your major was. The most important thing is whether you have a boyfriend. Then I used a trick that I despised at that time. When you went to eat, I sat in your seat and peeked at your name in your exercise book. The beautiful name Zhang Yingying immediately reminds me of Ren Woxing's daughter Ren Yingying in the legendary swordsman. She is both beautiful and naughty. Are all the girls named Yingying so beautiful? There is a dimple in the corner of the mouth. However, all this beauty was broken by your class's column, because you are 04 and I am 05. You are one year older than me, and you are my senior sister. When I saw this article, I already knew our ending. I can only dream and secretly love you forever, and there will be no future and hope between us. But from that day on, the beautiful girl who was put in a corner of my heart had a beautiful name. Her name is Zhang Yingying. From then on, when I think of you, I am no longer just an angel girl. He also has a beautiful name. His name is Zhang Yingying.
Soon after that, the winter vacation began, and I haven't seen you for a long time after school started. Memory is really a strange thing. Some people can't remember when they appear in front of your eyes every day, but some people will never forget once they have seen them. I remember several girls on the first floor, too, but they stayed here all the time like me, so I remember them. It feels like we were in the same class for three years in high school, and then even if we can't remember the name, we will remember the familiar face. Moreover, there are many beautiful women passing by every day, and some of them will be amazing, but they all disappear like clouds, leaving no impression. The next time we meet, we will be as amazing as when we first met. But only you, when I first saw you, left a deep imprint on my memory and occupied a corner of my heart. From then on, I know that you left a mark in my memory that can never be erased.
Luckily, I saw you again in the library. On the third floor, in the borrowing room with many seats, you sit and study with your classmates. I find you very lively, laughing and joking, and like to hang out with your sisters. What makes me happy is that you usually go to the library to read books instead of staying in the dormitory like ordinary girls.
Seeing you later was like a clip from a movie, on the playground, in the dining hall, in the small shop where I often eat Lamian Noodles. I was surprised to find that we have so much in common.
I like running on the playground, and I stick to it very well. For a while, I often saw you playing volleyball on the court, sometimes practicing passing with other girls, and sometimes playing games with a group of boys, only you were a girl. I gradually found that you joined the volleyball association, the only ball game that girls can play, which shows that you also love sports! After I finished running, I pointed out to the doctor and said, look, beauty. Then we will walk around the court where you play. The doctor said hurry up. I said he was one year older than us.
I also pointed out to Xiao Pang that I saw you cooking in Fengxiang that time. So I'm inexplicably happy that you have to eat in the canteen. I thought you were really divorced from reality! When you passed us, I excitedly pointed out the angel in my heart to Xiao Pang, but Xiao Pang said it was not good. Just because of the pimples and roughness on your face, and the clothes that were not there that day. But I will always keep your most beautiful moment in my heart. On that day, you wore a pink coat and a colorful scarf, and your wavy hair hung over your shoulders like an angel. You will always have the most beautiful moment in my heart.
I also met you in the noodle restaurant where I often go. This is a very ordinary night. I want to eat noodles across the street as usual. Suddenly I saw you and your classmates coming out of it. You walk in the middle, and the white skirt makes everything around you dim. The black asphalt road shows your purity more and more. Yes, you are really an angel who fell into the world. We passed each other in the middle of the road, and I couldn't help looking back at you.
Since then, we have seen each other less and less, as if it had been many years. Maybe it's because I'm in senior three, so I have to rush about for my future. I first met you on a summer night. I didn't expect to see you again. That time, you were a lot darker and thinner, and the whole person was black and thin. Is it playing volleyball? Or tired of running around for work? Even so, I was ecstatic to see you and followed you all the way to the stadium.
It's been a long time since we last met. When I met you, I knew it was probably the last time we met, because it was already June, the weather was unusually hot, and the graduation time finally came. I was blowing air conditioning in the editing room of the library. When I looked up, I saw you standing not far from me. At that time, I thought you were going to graduate and I would never see you again. You wander between bookshelves and read every magazine carefully. Do you want to remember every magazine you read in college? I called Sue and told him that the only girl I had a crush on in college appeared, and then we deliberately waited for you outside the door. The last time you passed me, I still didn't dare to look at you boldly. When I didn't turn my head, Asu looked at it carefully and told me that his height was ok, but he was not very good. Yes, you didn't have long waves, pink coats and colorful scarves at that time. You are already a person who wants to enter this field and learn to wear a long black dress. It's a pity to leave like this when I finally left.
It's hot summer again. I have to go now. Standing at this time, I don't know what you were thinking at that time. Will you feel sorry and sigh for someone who once had a crush like me? Where are you now? Is he around? Perhaps, as Shui Mu Nianhua sang: Only how many people have seen adore you's face when he was young can you know who can bear the relentless changes of the years, and how many people have come and gone in your life can you know that I will accompany you all my life. You left, but you left the most beautiful moment in my heart. In the years to come, whenever I think of you, I will always be the girl wearing a pink coat and a colored scarf. Her big eyes and curly hair hung over her shoulders. On that empty winter night, only she sat opposite me, quiet and peaceful like an angel who fell into the world, always pure and beautiful.
Postscript: When I was about to say goodbye to college, I finally wrote down my secret love, which was the only emotional sustenance in my college life. I don't know if anyone will remember this article many years later, and I don't know if the girl in the story will know this story. What if she did? Will she think of the shy boy sitting opposite her on a winter night? Will she remember my gentle eyes when I pass by again and again? Maybe we can't stand the torrent of time. After reading this article for many years, I will think of you, the girl I once secretly loved.
Write an article about unrequited love: unrequited love
Love tastes like a cup of kudingcha. Smelling incense, drinking bitterness, the aftertaste is endless sweetness.
When we are young, there will always be a person who will leave a scratch in our hearts. Leave you endless expectations, so that you don't know the so-called time and time again. Tossing and turning at night, just because of a casual street encounter. We are always looking forward to meeting, but we are afraid to meet. Always pretend as if nothing happened and walk past him. Blushing face and heartbeat, turning a blind eye, rubbing shoulders and looking back. Looking at his back and feeling sorry for himself, why not be brave? Give your heart a freedom!
Occasionally I have the opportunity to know him and get to know him, but I don't know how. I have long been used to looking at his figure from a distance, and I don't know how I met him. Afraid of abrupt him, abrupt yourself; I'm more afraid that his rudeness will let him discover his little secret. How shameful it would be if you were transparent to yourself! If he likes me, no problem; If he doesn't like me, there's no need to say more about embarrassment. How can it end?
Liking someone will always make us hesitate because of a small matter. Unlike ourselves. Sometimes I write him love letters on a whim. I spent a lot of time and thought, using the warmest stationery and the most beautiful envelope. Write down the most beautiful sentences that you think can best express your love. Then think about whether to mail, let friends have sex, or let individuals dominate the ownership of letters? Hesitantly, the tide receded, and he began to become timid and afraid to take a step forward. In the end, the deepest part of the drawer became the home of the love letter. Just like I hid him in the deepest part of my heart. So the next time we meet, we still pretend to turn a blind eye. Heartbeat, brush, walk, turn around, feel sorry for yourself, and then look forward to the next encounter.
Secret love is a kind of self-pity, a blank solo dance. Those young years, those years when the grass is growing and the warblers are flying, have all become colorful because of this unrequited love. Looking back quietly, the original lover is not the one who haunted us in those days. We can't help remembering what we liked about him. Are those nights looking up at the stars worth it?