The most tearful letter to my boyfriend, 2000 words.

Writing ideas: clear, natural, clear and not chaotic, pour out your thoughts and feelings, or discuss the true meaning of life, or talk about ideological issues and academic spirit, so that readers can be inspired and educated. Such articles are philosophical and give readers richer feelings.

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Today is the 39th day of our love. Write down my first love letter and give it to my favorite idiot.

Fate is a wonderful thing. Among thousands of people, why did I meet you? Buddha said that it took 500 times to return to the past life, in exchange for the passing of this life.

How long did it take us to meet at that glance in our last life!

Although I call you glib, glib and sweet, I still like your rambling jokes sometimes, your narcissism when you tell me that I am handsome in the mirror from time to time, your tone of calling your aunt like a friend, and your bad smile when you occasionally' hit' me.

On Valentine's Day, you came back halfway, which was a surprise. Although you had an unforgettable Valentine's Day with me the day before, you were still a little sad when you set foot on 390. Think about how sad it is to go to the hospital alone again, but I still can't believe it when I read your message. Kind of like a movie plot. Dear, thank you for your happiness.

Walking hand in hand through the bustling streets and shopping malls, on the stairs, I can only kiss you if I stand a step higher than you. Walk through unfamiliar places, drag you around and obey. When I am tired, I will hold your hand tightly and not resist obedience. It is very warm and happy to think of these. I used to see those close couples and thought the beautiful picture was an unreachable dream, but now I have the feeling of such a dream.

I once had a dream, that is, holding the hand of the person I love, going shopping, traveling and walking through the long boulevard. I hope I can hold someone's hand for a lifetime, hold your hand, and live with my son for a lifetime.

Of course, maybe I'm not a good wife. I don't have superb cooking skills, gentle as water, only a stupid brain that is often confused and occasionally savage, but I will study hard and learn to serve the dishes on the menu first, and I will find the most suitable taste for you.

Dear you, what you need to know is that what I want is someone who loves me wholeheartedly, and what you have is someone who loves you wholeheartedly.

For the last time, honey, I love you.