The most touching letter to the derailed wife

Give me the article again for your reference and give me some inspiration, but what I want to tell you is that once a woman cheats, it is difficult to accept her heart again:

It used to be happiness.

Many times, I can't miss the past. I lost my little yellow photo, the voice on the telephone recording became noisy, the faces in my memory gradually blurred, and I reached out and couldn't catch anything. However, there is always something left at the bottom of our lives, with deep and shallow traces. When our thoughts pass by, we will not feel pain, but only feel warmth.

Coffee tastes bitter. Looking back on the happiness and sadness of the past, although everything has become the past, I can still feel the truth and emotions, so tears just drop into coffee cups, a transparent liquid.

When your tears can't help flowing out, if you can stand on your head, the tears that were supposed to flow out won't flow out. "Hua Zeban once said this. Even if you can really stand on your head, tears will still flow out, just changing your direction. When you can't help crying, open your eyes and don't blink. You will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy, but your heart will become clear at that moment in tear drops.

Sometimes if you love too long, people will get drunk, and sometimes if you hate too long, people will be broken; Sometimes if people wait too long, they will be speechless. "Love for too long, the heart will be drunk? In fact, if you love for a long time, it will become a habit. Can you still be ecstatic without passionate love? Hate for too long, will your heart break? In fact, love and hate are only between one thought. If you hate it for a long time, it may be another sky. Will your heart dry up if you wait too long? Although time has diluted everything, but the heart is in its original position, in its way, its speed, persistent jumping …

Sometimes waiting is better than getting. The feeling of expectation is hard to express in words. I have always thought that it is a happy thing to have someone who deserves your care and attention. Because what you have is often not the best, you will not know how to cherish it. Flying kites in the blue sky makes people feel distressed, but it also makes people attached. ...

Some people say that love is not an adventure, but when we have love in such an adventure, we are doomed to separate. Those who are suitable to go to the end are born for each other from the beginning. I believe. Believe in destiny takes a hand's meeting and separation. People who have a heart will miss each other no matter how far away they are. Careless people are close at hand but far away.

All love will expire, the key is where it resides. If it stays in the past, then it only belongs to this point; If it stays in your heart, you always think that happiness lies in the distance and future that you can pursue. Later, it was discovered that those who hugged, shook hands, sang, shed tears and loved were all happy. In countless nights, what we have said, made phone calls, missed people, shed tears ... we have all seen or seen touch, and then everything becomes eternal in the shuttle of time!

Perhaps, everyone will always keep something, such as a faint smile, such as moving on. Always let the most transparent tears in my heart not melt. Those tears are pure and transparent, leaving traces of an era. This scene is very warm, making time forget the flow and tears forget the temperature.

Perhaps, you will never remember the people who laughed with you, but you will never forget the people who cried with you. Someone you care about tells you it's just a white lie, but she has a good time chatting with her ex-boyfriend in front of you.

Perhaps, you and I are so unequal that we have to wait for life and give our emotions, and all beauty and heartbreak, romance and pain should be related to waiting.

We talk about happiness,

We'll meet again,

We let farewell hang under our feet,

We leave the past in our hearts, and everything will eventually become a memory ...