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Write a love letter to the girl you like.

Write a love letter to the girl you like 1 Dear my XXX:

I was surprised myself when I called this name. Too much. What right do you have to say that? How did someone else's parents' baby XXX become yours? Hehe: It's a pity that Mayfly is a big tree. I want to eat swan meat: delusion, hum!

So I quarreled, but I don't know what happened. There's really no way. I really can't control my love for you. Who made me fall in love with you? If you love someone, don't make me confess. Find something to block my mouth, but it can't block my heart: hehe!

Now that I have picked up a pen again, I want to write here to inspire words. I just can't help it. I really showed my feelings. So I want to say it again:

Dear my so-and-so: Say hello when you see the letter. The mountains in my hometown are moving recently. Do you feel it? Is there still a biting chill in the cool breeze there recently? If the weather is cold, put on more clothes. If it's very hot, don't take it off too fast. If your health is hurt in any painful way, he will be uneasy and will lose sleep all night. He has been in the distant horizon, silently praying. No matter how tired life is, there is also a lot of joy. No matter how hard you work, there is also a lot of happiness and warmth. He has always been pious about happiness. He has always been optimistic about life. So, since he said it, he should believe it!

Time flies, year after year, day after day, how fast the sun rises and sets. I want to feel your heartbeat and enjoy eye contact with me, but every second always strikes midnight. Always play the music of sleep. I was thinking. This sleepy king is really a fairy. We must divide happy people into two halves. I can't refuse to obey ...

Dear so-and-so: I still have a lot to say to you. I have a jade rabbit in my heart. It's a living fairy who ran out of the moon palace in the sky. He loves skipping, not to mention how happy he is now. It feels really unprecedented. It's probably karma from previous lives. Millennium blessing, touching the charity Buddha. Let me meet you as pure as cloves today when winter is gone and spring is coming. I really want to lock in today's connection that loves you all my life on romantic Valentine's Day. I really want to spread a bright red carpet for you when the spring blooms tomorrow. No matter how sick and old you are, no matter how rich and poor you are, we can live and die together and never give up. So, my dear Jun Jun, I stand on the Oriental Pearl Tower, with my hands folded, looking up at the sky, expecting your satisfaction and waiting for your answer. Never be indecisive. Don't linger in pain, my love is by no means false. Not impulsive. Heaven can testify, and the earth is willing to learn.

Dear XXX: I am standing on the horizon. I really want to hold your hand at this end. I'm afraid you'll leave me in the blink of an eye and make me cry. Yesterday's chat was short, but it was as difficult as being separated from Sanqiu. It's warm to have you. It's really painful without your company. Although I am not the best in the world, I am not super popular, but my love is super eternal, comparable to the sun, the moon and the stars.

Dear XXX: Doha has said so much, I really want to talk for three days and three nights. I saw it too much. Let's pause here. See you next time. There's plenty of time.

I wish: you and I will combine at an early date. Always accompany.

Write a love letter to the girl you like 2 Dear xx:

Please allow me to call you that! These words have appeared in my heart countless times, and I have had a crush on you for too long. Recently, I feel that I should speak my mind, speak my heart, and give this unrequited love an account and a result. It used to be a joke that our classmates secretly loved girls and dared not confess. Now it's my turn to find that everything is not that simple. We are worried about being rejected, that a bad result will break countless hopes in our hearts, and that we will be laughed at by our classmates. Being close to home is even worse. These five words can best express my current mood. The more I like it, the more tempted I am but I dare not face it. In front of you, I will be nervous, I will be at a loss, I will be afraid to look at you, I will appear indifferent, I will do some strange things involuntarily, and I will forget all the methods of chatting up people that I have practiced countless times. I don't know if it's because you make me useless or because I'm useless.

Actually, I don't know when I began to like you. I only remember seeing you for the first time when I started to go to physical education class. At that time, we were all running laps in the playground, and you were in front of the team. Seeing you occasionally makes my heart move. There is no reason and no reason, I can't bear to look away. I remember the first feeling that this girl was particularly beautiful, pure and attractive. At that time, I asked like the people around me, but unfortunately no one knew your information. I don't know what happened, but it was deep. This encounter, like a small seed, secretly planted in an unknown place in my heart, silently sprouted and quietly grew. By the time you find it, it has grown into a towering tree, which can no longer be pulled out, covering the sun and filling a small heart.

Since I found out that I like you, I have asked you for information in many ways. But it's hard to find you because you don't know your name, your class and your limited physical characteristics. At that time, I realized that although we all studied in the same university, in fact, our life trajectories are like two parallel lines, and there is no intersection. I really want to have enough ability to turn two parallel lines into a y, or in the worst case, an x, but so far they are still two parallel lines. From then on, it is difficult for me to see you again. Physical education class's new course selection cut off my only clue. However, this did not dilute my thoughts. On the contrary, just like wine-making, the older it gets, the stronger it gets, the longer it becomes irresistible, and the more it grabs my heart and my lungs. I never stopped asking people around me for your information, but no one ever told me where the person I was looking for was. I can only hope to meet you again by chance in the canteen, on the way to class, on the way to class, at some time in this time and space. But even this small wish cannot satisfy me as much as possible. I don't know whether life is torturing me or whether life is torturing everyone.

As time goes on, the once fiery heart becomes colder and colder. This concern and yearning in my heart has changed from sweet, soft, supple and smooth Yanghe wine to sour, astringent, a little sad and a little sad pear wine. Time can dilute a sweet feeling and deepen a crush on a person, which is the best tool to torture a person's mind. I don't know when it started, I suddenly found that your clothes are getting more and more beautiful and fashionable, and this also clearly tells me: I'm not the only one who likes you as a beautiful girl, and there must be many people pursuing you; As the saying goes, women like themselves, and girls begin to pay attention to their appearance, which is equivalent to telling others that they already have someone they like. And the combination of the two means that I will never have another chance. I like you and want to be with you, but I haven't even said a word, and I don't even know your name. I really don't know if this is sad, sad or sad. There is no greater sadness in the heart than death, and hope makes people radiant. When my secret love grows quietly, my hope fades away and I live in a daze all day.

Write a love letter to the girl you like. In a blink of an eye, I arrived in Chengdu. I don't know where you are. Maybe you are in the same land. I hope so. I look forward to our meeting.

I don't know how to win your heart, even a look back and smile, blooming like begonia. I wonder if it's you. Maybe that autumn you stood under the poplar trees and gold coins danced, maybe that summer you sat on the lotus pond and swam with two carp, maybe that spring you smiled at wintersweet in the snow, maybe that spring you danced catkins in the morning light. Maybe that's you, but I dare not speak or disturb your melody, so I listen and watch your colors reflected in this world.

This is the nineteenth love letter, addressed to you, dear. I can't find where you are. The vast sea of people is so hurried and so relaxed. As if the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, although fleeting, left its trajectory, I remember, in my field of vision, in my mind. Memories again and again, find a quiet place where the sun will flow forever, and savor that feeling by yourself.

I believe that's you.

Looking for love may be just a corner in our hearts, but in a long time, it is just a drop of ink. One day, our love will sprout and grow in the rain and dew in spring, and our hearts will be filled with the fragrance of love. After all, this seed of love will grow a towering tree in our hearts, break through our hearts bit by bit, and then get married. Waiting for love, it must be a leaf on the vast river and sea, perhaps the grass grows on both sides of the river, perhaps the waves are rough and the sky is covered with dark clouds. I believe, I believe you will believe, our love, we are together, this is very good. So the long journey will be infinite scenery, and we will join hands to grow old together.

But, ah, how can you pay attention? How can I pay attention to you?

I wrote one article after another. I'm crazy about your hobbies. I will stand on high and look for you. I will travel all over the world to find you. I know that you will always read my articles, and I know that we will always meet for some reason.

I really want to go for an outing with you, to go to the movies with you, to walk through every street with you, and to kiss your lips every morning. In this way, I have been safely through the days that belong to us. I will count love letters, one, two, three ... When you finish reading my nineteenth love letter with a nod and a smile, I will hold you high and make you spin, and you will be the happiest woman. When "Wedding March" is playing, the sunlight shines on our faces like holy light through the high glass windows-

Be a good husband, I promise.