In high school, I was still a schoolmaster. I didn't have the concepts of IQ and EQ at that time, and my mind was full of mathematical formulas or Chinese texts. I don't know what's good about him, but I just like him.
I thought my secret love was perfect, but later I learned that everyone in the world knew that he didn't like me except me.
But we are still together. He brought it up. But even if I knew he was just testing, I wouldn't hesitate.
I remember my first birthday, my first phone call, except my first QQ number. Then, the first hand, the first hug, the first kiss. I seem to have dedicated so many sweet firsts to him, even though I knew at that time that he never cared about my firsts, I wouldn't regret it.
The sunshine at that time made me forget that youth should have been a torrential rainy season.
He said she was just a friend. He said that she was too demanding of her friends and too possessive of friendship. He said they were just friends. They are just friends, but he never explains my identity to her, never holds my hand in front of her, puts me aside when chatting with her, and never talks to me when studying. They are just friends, but he shared the same bread with her when she was making up lessons, gave her a blessing bracelet on the eve of the exam, and passed notes with her for half a class. He said they were just friends.
Later, they ended up. Maybe it's because of the gossip in the class, maybe it's because of the injustice of my friend, maybe it's because I don't want to hurt her. Who cares? Not because of me.
Then, in senior three.
He said that the pressure of study was great, so everyone studied hard and stopped chatting at night. He said that there is too much homework, so don't study together in the future, which is inefficient. He said, the college entrance examination is coming, let your parents pick it up at night, and I won't see you off. Later, I learned that at that time, he chatted with her every day, accompanied her to study and sent her home.
It is raining. My mother who came to pick me up saw him walking slowly under the same umbrella as that one and saw me running out in the rain.
During the weekend self-study, my girlfriend called to say that she saw him and her in the cafe, and his behavior was ambiguous.
When I went out to see a movie, my deskmate sent me a photo and asked me which dress looked good. In the photo, he holds her hand.
We broke up.
I stayed with him for two years and invited all mala Tang. I heard that she has only been with him for a few months. He flew from Dalian to Guangzhou to find her and brought her Dior perfume and Burberry wallet.
Later, I didn't want to hear from him again.
I always thought he was love rat. I have a girlfriend who also goes to love rat. She picks wild flowers by the roadside.
I talked to my friends about him a few days ago, only to know that they broke up, and only to know that when he was with her, he never had any trouble with other girls. When he was with her, he spoiled and indulged her. I just know, at that time, they broke up, 180+ Northeast man was drunk and cried.
I always think he is a man who can't move his true feelings. He can like people around him, but it won't develop into love.
I always thought that everyone with him would experience the same emotional injury as me. Actually, I was the only one who got hurt.
He's not that cold, but he doesn't like me.
He is gentle, but he doesn't want to be gentle with me.
He has a high emotional intelligence, but he doesn't care about your mood.
He is not love rat, but he doesn't love you.