If my boyfriend tells you that I don't love him one day, I must tell him because he is afraid of romance.

Brother, choose a few sentences and use them. I hope I can help you! Dear ","seeing words like a face "! On this night when I only heard "loneliness is singing", I sat quietly by the bed and took out all the letters we wrote in the past two years to sort them out. I read these letters over and over again until tears wet my innocent cheeks over and over again.

Honey, I didn't wipe this salty liquid with my hands. Although I feel itchy on my face, who calls it full of happy tears?

Dear, this is my forty-ninth letter to you and my first letter to you in 2007. We once said that our letters can only be kept in our hearts and "remembered" slowly.

But dear, this time I published this letter as a post. I don't know if you will be angry with me for this. In fact, there is no other reason for me to do this. I only hope that our love will grow healthily in the new year with the blessing of others.

Dear, when writing letters is out of date, will you still be as stupid as me? Still keeping that old-fashioned romance? Continue our immortal love?

Dear, you must remember my personal signature on the page, right?

"I have prepared the snail and the wedding dress. When your first letter 159 arrives, I will be your bride." You said you would try to write this 159 letter and let me be your bride!

Dear, how time flies! In a blink of an eye, the new year has arrived. Let me guess. We've been in love for almost two years, right? If my calculation is correct, there should be 30 days left in two years.

Honey, do you remember when we first met? You don't remember, do you? After all, we were only four or five years old at that time, and you don't even remember seeing me fifteen years ago. But I still remember your first impression. You are a little bald head. A little bald head that has nothing to do with me, that's all.

Honey, maybe it's fate? Seven years later, in that windy summer, God let me meet you again and let us formally know each other as classmates.

Dear, after a year with your classmates, you almost never take the initiative to talk to me, and I stubbornly refuse to bow my head. Our stubbornness makes us worse than strangers. At least the stranger occasionally smiles or says hello, but we turn a blind eye every time we pass by.

Your world has forgotten my existence, and I also regard you as the most familiar stranger in my heart.

Dear, I want to know when I fell in love with you.

"Forgot" the time and only remembered the place; I don't know love, but I know "heart"; I can't speak, only hear "heartbeat"; Forget who I am, but remember your name.

Honey, you know what? Whenever you joke with a girl, I will pretend that it doesn't matter. This is a shameful thing, because I fell in love with a boy who is better than me but doesn't love me. But in my heart, I hope I can be one of those girls.

Dear, I wonder why you can fight with other girls, chase me and ignore me. I have asked you this question since the first time I wrote to you, but you have always denied my statement. So far, you have not given me a satisfactory answer.

Honey, I wonder if you remember? In that era when the condor heroes prevailed, students often played jokes on us, saying that you were Yang Guo and I was the little dragon girl. At that time, I would always be angry and scold them loudly, but I was so happy. You pretended not to hear anything.

Honey, you know what? How sad am I that you are indifferent to my feelings but laugh it off? I feel an "unprecedented" humiliation.

Dear, maybe you haven't experienced that feeling, because your excellent study has always been supported by others.

Honey, I always thought you must like me, so I was embarrassed to talk to me. But your performance of "not listening to things outside the window, reading only sage books" let me know that it was my wishful thinking to write and play the monologue from beginning to end, and the protagonist never appeared.

Dear, at that time, I always thought that my persistence could touch your heart, but your heart was like an unlocked lock. I made myself a key, but I went to the wrong door and opened the wrong lock. So I can't get in or out, I can only wander outside your heart.

His name is Wei and my name is Tao. He is a cadre and I am a mass; He studies well, but I am ordinary; We are two unrelated "parallel lines" that will never intersect. We are still two unrelated people, doomed not to be together. I told myself this when I fell in love with you but didn't get the result.

Dear, although I was only thirteen years old when I fell in love with you, an age that I didn't know what love was all about, I knew from books that there was a kind of love called letting go. You don't have to have someone to love, so at that time, I just hope you can live "happier than me"!

Honey, I don't want to embarrass you or myself. Forget it! Forget it! Then live a good life! Why do you feel sorry for a man who doesn't have me in his heart?

So I chose to escape, and I began to keep my distance from you, instead of letting myself get close to you. I'm afraid my obsession will make you hate me. You can not love me, but I can't let you hate me; I can not love you, but I can't forget the feeling of that heartbeat.

Honey, just as I was struggling on the verge of a dilemma, he appeared. When he said those three words in front of all his classmates, I finally couldn't stop crying. No one can hear whether my crying is sad or happy. They even thought I was moved to tears, but it wasn't. There is something called disappointment mixed with joy and emotion.

Dear, I always thought you were the first person in my life to say that you loved me, and you wrote my first love letter. Although you appeared in my life earlier than him, in my emotional world, you quit halfway and finally had to let him love me, not your identity.

Honey, I don't blame heaven and earth, I don't blame him for arriving early, and I don't blame you for arriving late. Maybe this is a debt I owed in my last life, and I am destined to pay it back in this life. So, I started my first love in "one person bears two debts".

I am grateful that he helped me and comforted me when I was most helpless. But he doesn't know how to love me. However, it's not all his fault, just that we are too young, because we unconsciously chose the road of love. At the crossroads of love, we all went in the wrong direction. I fell in love with him too early and know too little about love, don't I?

Honey, to be honest, I never thought I would fall in love with another boy except you. But for him, I can't say whether I love him or not.

Love? Then why did I never want to marry him? Do not love? Then why am I worried about everything about him? Maybe I didn't think so much about marrying or not at that age, because I didn't even want to hold hands with him. But those real "worries" are real.

The weather is getting colder. Did he add clothes? Is he cold? It is late at night. Is the quilt covered? Is he asleep?

I didn't spend extra time seriously thinking about whether he loves me or not.

Love? Then why does he love others behind my back? I just fell in love with my best friend. Do not love? Then why did he swear that I would never marry him? He also said that he would love me forever.

Maybe at that teenage age, we still don't know what responsibility is. That's why I said so many ridiculous and unreasonable things. We didn't take any responsibility for our words and deeds, and we all chose to escape.

I don't know if I accepted his feelings, because I really want to find someone to fill my loneliness. Or do you want to get back at you?

Maybe because this is the first love, I have paid too much for this relationship, so I am too afraid of losing it, so I always make him swear to me. Although he is not a competent boyfriend, he is a very obedient boyfriend, swearing again and again until I am satisfied.

But I forgot that true love is not based on vows of eternal love.

After listening to "The Fruits of Summer" sung by Karen Mok, I have this feeling: "You once said that you would love me forever. Maybe "commitment" just proved to be uncertain. "

He said he could go to hell or even die for me. I really believed him at that time. But when he said this to me, I kept imagining in my heart: if it were "to change him for you", how good it would be! But I know you will never say this to me.

So I secretly vowed in my heart: I will be good to him and love him with my life. I thought so much about our future. When that day really came and I had to face the reality, I suddenly cried in pain.

He fell in love with my best friend! Oh, my God! What an interesting joke this is! I never thought that a plot that has been staged thousands of times on TV and in novels would appear in my love. When will this tragedy end? Why did it take so long?

I didn't blame him too much, but drowned his blood residue with my muddy tears. I didn't expect him to ask me at last: "Is it wrong to love one?"

Although there are too many disappointments in my heart, I still can't deprive him of the right to pursue happiness. Yes, he's right! He has the right to choose to love someone, but no matter who he loves, I must let him know that he can't do this to me. This is an insult to my personality and an injury to my heart.

"He doesn't deserve to love me." On that rainy Sunday, I cried to comfort myself.

In fact, "love is like a bad cold". He can carry water and feed medicine for you when you are sick, then you must be the happiest person in the world. But he can also abandon you when you are sick, whether you are alive or dead. At that time, the most pitiful person in the world will be you.

Even if you find the best medicine and take the best medicine, it won't help. To solve this problem, you need to untie the bell and tie the bell. The real antidote is still in his hand, and he won't give it to you, so it is an incurable wound.

My love with him began with no source and ended with no beginning. No one knows why we fell in love and why we broke up. This is the ending of "make me happy, make me sad". I'm glad I finally got rid of this love that doesn't belong to me, but I'm worried that my first love will be destroyed in my hands?

Dear, since it's all over, why should I try so hard to remember? Forget it, okay? Forget it? Let bygones be bygones. In his world, there may never be my name again, but in my world, he is just an episode in my life. In this emotional drama, you are my "love protagonist", and you know that the protagonists are the last to appear.

The girl he secretly loved once told me that she believed that one day you would fall in love with me. At that time, I happily gave her a grateful hug, but while hugging her, my heart was shaking. Will he fall in love with me? Will it? Is it possible between us?

But honey, she's right. You really love me. She is an excellent prophet. At that moment, I believed what you said about loving you. I know you are not a passer-by in my dream, because I felt your real heartbeat in your arms that day.

I ended my single life and lit fireworks for two people.

Dear, you once said to me: What a person loves most is not others, but himself. Do you remember what I said to you then?

I said that if one day, a robber holds a knife rest around my neck and asks me if I want you, I will definitely choose the latter without hesitation. I don't know if you believed it then. Anyway, I was very determined at that time. I have always believed that if this day really comes, I will definitely do it. But now that I think of that horrible scene, I am a little more afraid.

Honey, maybe what you said is right. Yes, people are selfish. No matter how much he loves each other, what he loves most in his heart is himself.

Honey, I don't want all your love. I just want you to give me half of the "show love" and leave the other half to you to love yourself, okay?

Dear, I have asked myself countless times, what is this desperate love for you? But then again, do you need a reason to love someone?

Don't! No, loving someone only needs the feeling of "not seeing you for a day, just like being separated from Sanqiu". So it is easy to fall in love with someone, but it is difficult to really love someone.

Dear, we are inseparable, but we are still two different individuals, because we have different dreams and pursuits.

Honey, you said you would never leave me. I don't know if this is your promise to me. But if one day, you are really tired of this relationship, will you leave me?

Honey, even if we are separated one day, I won't blame you. I don't regret my original choice. At least we spent those days together. At least we really loved each other. At least you gave me a happy time. At least we have at least this much. These are enough for me.

Dear, do you remember the last sentence I wrote at the end of the fifth letter?

"'don't ask for eternity, just want to have it'. I was stubborn. I think there is something wrong with this sentence. Is it not good to last forever? But until now, I deeply felt the helplessness and sadness of the person who said this sentence! It turns out that I'm not asking for eternity, it's really hard to find it in this life! "

Yes! Who doesn't want to last forever? It's just that sometimes some things can't be forced but can't be kept.

Dear, do you remember the first time we fell in love? I always complain that you won't speak well of me. You admitted it with a smile. You said: words don't have to be beautiful, the key is to see if they can work. I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence at that time.

Dear, but one day when I asked you if you could bring me happiness and comfort, you said such a thing that made me cry.

You said: I have food, which won't make you hungry; I have clothes to wear, and I won't let you freeze! I promise you all the conditions as long as I can. Of course, I won't pick a flower on the edge of the cliff for you, because I won't leave you because of this, I will stay and protect your life!

Dear, love doesn't promise anyone. Of course, our love doesn't need any commitment, because we are all realistic people.

Dear, although we have been typing and writing letters across Qian Shan. But I can't measure the distance between us.

Honey, can you tell me how far it is forever?

Dear, "I am a person who has been hurt by love" is also an easily injured woman. My heart is like a cup full of water. I am strong on the surface and weak on the inside.

Honey, you always ask me why I cry so easily. In fact, I don't want to cry every time, but tears fall.

Dear, do you know what it feels like to have tears in your eyes? Bitter. Just like a sponge with water stuck in its throat, you can't swallow it if you want, but it makes people breathless.

Honey, you promised you wouldn't hurt me, but I cried in front of you many times. I don't know if there is a feeling that pain comes from your heart every time you cry.

Honey, do you remember the first time you proposed to me?

That was February 8, 2006. In the woods behind our alma mater, you just picked wintersweet. You got down on one knee and smiled shyly and said to me, "Marry me"? Although I have "big eyes" praised by two people, I laugh so hard that I can't see the joints.

Dear, although I forced you to say it in a joke, I hope that one day, you will be willing to say those four words to me.

Honey, you always do something that surprises me.

On the first day of the new year in 2007 1 month 1 day, you suddenly asked me: Would you like to be your wife? I hesitated for a long time before answering you "yes". But then I said I would explain quickly, and what I just said was invalid.

Dear, I know your heart must be very cold at that time, because you have been silent. In fact, after I said "yes", I didn't know how much responsibility I had to bear to say these two words, so I decided to wait until I thought it over before answering you.

But honey, now I can answer your question seriously. I'd like to be your wife, and be the one who will share joys and sorrows with you for the rest of my life.

But honey, you must tell me, did you formally propose to me that night? But what kind of proposal doesn't send rings and roses?

Honey, I know you are still studying, and you don't have much ability to do that for me. So I don't ask for what you can't give me now.

Dear, I will wait until that day, the day you marry me. I want you to personally put a beautiful "ring" on me, hand over the red rose, and then kneel before me and say, will you marry me? I think it should be the happiest time in my life.

Dear, I still remember that time you held my hand and said something that made me feel sorry for you. You said, "Why can't you feel that you are holding a girl's hand?" As soon as I said it, I found myself saying the wrong thing.

But honey, I'm not angry. I know this is your joke. I only blame myself for not protecting those hands and letting them get frostbite.

Dear, I'm sorry, because I can't give you a pair of slender hands.

But honey, although my fingers are a little thick, I believe I can wear the ring you gave me. I don't care how many roses there are, one is enough, which means that your "life" is only good for me. Didn't you say that? Flowers are sweet and attract bees.

Dear, I don't want to be stung by bees, I want to be a beautiful bride!

Honey, I don't know if you have noticed. Your birthday is just the season of wheat harvest, May 12. And my birthday happens to be the rice harvest season, September 22nd.

Dear, I want to know what season will you marry me?

It's just that honey, we are imagining everything so beautifully now. I wonder if we will have this day. ; Because mom and dad have always opposed our feelings. Although this is our love, it is also our parents' business, so our road is still full of bumps.

Dear, "We are all good children", don't escape from reality, let us touch our parents' hearts with sincere love, OK? After all, our love needs their blessing.

Dear, I believe that "one day", parents will "fulfill" us, and also believe that our "tomorrow will be better"!

Honey, promise me that no matter how hard it is, don't leave me, okay?

Dear, no matter what, we must stick to this relationship. We can't be deserters of love, let alone escape. Although escape is what I am best at, this time it is different. This feeling is hard to come by. We can't give up halfway. We must be responsible for this feeling.

Dear, do you still remember our declaration of love?

You said to me: don't give up when you are in love! I say to you: I will marry you if I fall in love with you!

Dear, "Meeting you is my fate". No matter what happens in the future, we don't want to "part". Let's share what we have. Okay？ I just want to go with you all my life, and I hope it will be just you and me on the road of love. All the scenery is the witness of our love.

Dear, even if one day you have nothing, at least you still have me, and I will always be by your side to accompany you around the ends of the earth and spend every spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Dear, although my clothes are not very clean and my food is not very delicious, I will try my best to do all this. Really, believe me.

Dear, I know I am not feminine, I am not gentle enough, and I am not beautiful enough, but I know how to love you with my heart. Although my love for you is not so perfect, it may be a little incomplete.

But honey, if time can go back, we can still go back. I am willing to abandon the past "start over" and love you wholeheartedly.

Dear, once love was like "a game, a dream". You can't tell the difference between victory and defeat and truth. I just want to talk about a real love, find a man who can give me a future, a man who can live with me sincerely!

Dear, would you like to be the one who gave me the future? Tell me, will you?

Dear, I still remember the first time we walked side by side, I deliberately let you walk on my left. You ask me why? I didn't answer you. You don't ask much, but you always remember to walk on my left.

But dear, one day you suddenly sent me a message saying that you finally know why I always let you walk on my left, because people's hearts grow on the left.

Honey, you said you wanted to be the one closest to my heart.

Honey, you are so kind to me. What should I love you with? I am so ordinary, ordinary only has one heart.

Honey, I don't want to say too much about loving you for myself. I know that love surrounded by sweet words is too easy to deteriorate.

Dear, you are my first love, my first love in my life, and my favorite person in my life.

Dear, it is said that there is absolute life, and you are half my life. Let me be the other half of your life, okay?

Once, God took care of my loneliness, so he gave me three years to love you, but when you didn't love me, you didn't give me any stingy love. God was afraid that I would get hurt, so he gave me another four years to forget you, but some people can forget at any time, while others can't. God sympathized with my stubbornness and gave you two months to fall in love with me.

Under God's careful arrangement, we fell in love with "now" in good weather.

But honey, I finally decided to make up for the four years you owe me. In these four years, you must always think of me and love me, just as I do you. And you should miss and love me doubly, and "tolerate" my "willfulness" and my bad temper. OK or not?

Honey, I don't know what attracts you. Let you love me so silly. Although this used to be my greatest wish, I always feel that it seems a little unfair to you.

Dear, I want to be a part of the university like you, to be a couple in the university, and to work together with you for our future. The gap between our academic qualifications is like a big stone, which weighs on my heart and makes me breathless. I don't know how to narrow the distance as much as possible.

But dear, whenever I talk about the gap between our academic qualifications, you always say it doesn't matter. He also told me seriously that you can't say such things again.

Dear, I don't know if I want to be a college student like you in your heart. It is only because we love each other too much that we say things that may hurt each other.

Many people ask me, why can you and your boyfriend "persist" until now? Faced with this kind of problem, I often laugh it off and say nothing.

Dear, do you remember that I once said the eight most important words between lovers?

Understanding, tolerance, tacit understanding and trust. We have been working hard! Isn't it?

Dear, it is said that lovers have a poem in their hearts, a poem that only lovers can read. Come to think of it, I have written many poems for you that belong to us. These poems all collect the "bits and pieces" of us together.