Love is a matter for two people.

Zhang Ailing: "We agreed forever, and somehow we broke up. Finally, I thought about it myself, but I couldn't figure out what separated us at the beginning. Then, you suddenly realize that feelings are so fragile. Can stand the wind and rain, but can't stand the ordinary. "

1.0.

I don't know when I started to have a personal life, eating alone, studying alone and walking alone under the night light. Snuggling under the shadow of a lamp is lonely now.

From the beginning of fear to the last habit, it is just a process, a process of only me.

I hold her hand all the way, and she will respond to her story. Now she always just looks down at the road in front of her, and all her hands are deliberately thrown away, becoming her terrible silence.

After thinking for a long time, I took great courage and opened WeChat to find her at the top.

"Do you still like me?" I want to see what she means, and I want to know if I am as important as before.

After pressing send, I stood under the faint street lamp clutching my mobile phone. I'm looking forward to writing back, but I'm afraid. While waiting, many pictures of me and her suddenly appeared in my mind, which touched my heart.

"Let's split up first."

The quiet moonlit night suddenly became darker.

Looking at the words on my mobile phone, I felt that I was very quiet, but I held back my tears. The picture in my mind is still so beautiful, but I can only recall it.

I'm not going to take it back, because she told me that she wouldn't leave easily. If she did, she wouldn't feel it. Love has always been a matter for two people. Since you don't love it, leave as early as possible.

Silently delete this chat box and tell myself that this relationship is over, and I have become a group of people who hug alone under the shadow of the lamp.

That broad avenue, fluttering with the wind, is so narrow in my eyes that people are flustered. No matter how bright the street lamp is, it can't change the dark fact.

Back in the dormitory, I refused the invitation of my roommates to open a dark room and plunged into the pillow. I don't know when I fell asleep In the tangled and embarrassing situation, I hope I have been dreaming, because you are still dreaming.

1.5.

I don't know why I didn't have the initial feeling when I walked with him after class. He has been looking for a topic, but all the way was quiet, without the hug at the dormitory door and warm good night.

In the days that followed, his warm greetings also disappeared. I was expecting news, but now I don't want to wait with my mobile phone. Two people face the screen, but don't know what to say.

I'm used to having his night after self-study at night, at least on the dark road. Now I have nothing to say, pulling my roommate who came back in a hurry and taking me. I am not only afraid of the dark, but also afraid of boredom.

My best friend always said that the two of us are too close, and abandoning our private time will naturally kill the freshness. When the boys finish grinding their freshness, you will be finished.

However, Scorpio has a strong Pisces plot, without mystery and seriousness. Perseverance to suffocation, always paying attention to my dynamics, thinking about what to talk to me about.

Accustomed to silence, I have always regarded it as a means of showing love, thinking that it is a sense of superiority to be cared for, but after being with him for a long time, all the good things are mixed with boredom. I told him that we should have our own time, and I don't want to be a girl who only depends on you. I started to talk less and less, and his words were no longer frequent, but also less. Until later, he was completely quiet. His self-esteem and possessiveness convinced me that he was a Scorpio.

I've been wondering if he still wants to go with me and still cares about me. I'm afraid I won't be recognized every day. Over time, I was physically and mentally exhausted and began to get used to life without him.

I suppressed my sadness and walked the road of two people going back. I just arrived at the dormitory and received the WeChat he sent me. I have read these six words many times, but the more I read them, the more sad I feel. I think since feelings are the result of two people running the same enterprise, why not isolate each other alone?

Let's split up first

Holding back the well-developed lacrimal gland, you should also talk and laugh with your roommates when biting your teeth. My tears never stopped as soon as I went to bed.

2.0.

She is one year younger than me, and she came into my world in the summer vacation before her college career. I met her among freshmen. Driven by freshness and curiosity, I am a senior who helps my junior to solve her doubts. She is a junior who has unlimited hopes for the university.

Sometimes I talk about birds from sea fish and the earth from mountain flowers. It seems that there are countless topics that make us talk about dawn all night, and then go to bed without wanting to finish.

Slowly, I found that she gradually became what I liked. Find every opportunity to chat with her, just to get more information from her before school starts. She also relaxed and began to share her personal thoughts with me, regardless of dreams and feelings.

Her appearance made my eyes shine, and I don't want to lose this hope. She always listens to my stories quietly, which makes me very moved.

So I began to ask her to have a snack after evening self-study, to go to the library to study with her, to take a walk and talk about gossip, and to ask her if she could be my girlfriend.

Ever since I was with her, I've been a baby. She seems to give me a faint feeling, and I have a feeling of wanting to hurt and spoil from the bottom of my heart.

She is too lazy to dedicate herself during her lunch break. She always likes to stay in the study room, watch variety shows, and feel sleepy with an empty stomach. Because I couldn't see that she didn't have a good meal and rest, I shuttled through the quiet and deserted teaching building with a lunch box filled with vegetables to deliver meals for her. I don't know when it started. I think it's a pleasure to watch her eat well, even if she forgets to eat.

No matter how cold the weather is, she will be willful and refuse to put on more clothes, just because she is too ugly to wear drums. Cold hands always hide, which makes me very angry. She will reach out and let me cover it, and my warm hands will feel her coldness. It's cold outside. I want to see her every night, but she is shivering in a white coat, and I feel very sorry. I want to bring her a pot of hot coffee, even if I cover my hands, I hope it will warm my heart.

That year, the cold wave was fierce, and a cold wind blew too much, shivering. When I am wrapped in a thick coat, she still likes to wear her low-necked thin coat, facing the cold wind, just want to hide behind me, but don't want to wear more. As a result, I caught a bad cold and looked at her weak eyes and drooping pale and haggard face. I was really distressed. It coincides with the exam week, and the whole soul is floating. Seeing that she didn't get better after sleeping for a few days, I went to have a check-up and accompanied her to the hospital with an urgent number. I am more anxious than her. Watching her fall asleep bit by bit, as if watching a piece of pride slowly heal.

Anyway, all I want to do is love her. I don't like all the bad things about her. I'm worried about her intervention, her hunger, her unhappiness.

2.5.

It is a process from the first senior to the later friendship and then to the later lover. I found such a senior who likes to talk and tells cold jokes from time to time among freshmen. I know the purpose of his every move later. He likes to chat with me to relieve boredom, and to tell the truth, he slowly brewed a good impression from his heart. At least I learned not to reject.

Meticulous care after school has made me, a girl who wants to live independently outside for the first time, no longer feel strange and helpless. No matter what difficulties and doubts I have just started school, I will go to him. He is particularly concerned about helping me, and I can see his heart.

He loves telling stories and joking, which is totally different from Scorpio, but I was attracted. I always like to take a walk on the playground after self-study in the evening and listen to what he says. Even if I make a detour, he will choose to send me downstairs to the dormitory. Good night before leaving is very cool.

At first, I was not sure about the university curriculum, and my grades were not very satisfactory. However, he is excellent, so he has been dragging me to the library to force me to study on weekends before I get familiar with the city. Moreover, he has never played with his mobile phone and always uses inviting me to dinner as an excuse.

We have been in this state for a long time. Although we are not lovers, I enjoy it. From the bottom of my heart, I have been waiting for him to confess.

As a birthday present for him, I chose to be with him. He said it was the most unique gift before Singles Day. After being together, I have a feeling that he desperately wants to be nice to me, so good that I don't have to take care of myself, so good that he says you just need to be like a vegetable.

Because the canteen is too far away and there are many people, I like eating apples as a way to lose weight, and I like to stay in the study room to read books and watch plays. At this time, he always becomes very quiet, then quietly disappears, and suddenly appears from behind, touching my head, handing me a lunch box, and then telling me the disadvantages of not eating. I can't beat him, so I have to eat well. Opposite him, he looked at me like a fool. I am so embarrassed that I want to put the rice on his head, but I can't bear it.

Shuttle in the school road is no longer a person walking, the shadows in the sunset are often in pairs. Before the sun rises, he will wait for me in front of the girls' dormitory with soy milk and breakfast; When the bright moon smudged the night, before the bell rang at the end of the evening self-study, the way he waited under the street lamp warmed all the miasma in the night. I'm afraid of darkness and ghosts, and I definitely saw the lighthouse.

I've been living this life. He dotes on me so much that he wants to help me finish everything. I always worry that I will become willful, that I will lose my independence, and that I will become something he doesn't like.

3.0.

Love is a traditional Chinese medicine, which is decocted with slow fire, fragrant and fragrant, and it is a long enjoyment. The entrance is bitter, but you must accept it, because it is a mixture of love.

I clearly remember her saying that whether love can last depends on how much boys spoil this girl. Although this is a terrier in Weibo, it seems impractical to abuse dogs indefinitely.

The biggest natural enemy of fiery love is three minutes of heat, and the rhythm of love should be a long stream of water. What I fear most is not habit, but always dull.

Tired of seeing that rotten street, I always think about how to bring her a sober and exquisite surprise. I want to give her a different sense of freshness every day because I am afraid of being ordinary and vulgar. If not, it will become warm.

Whether it is risking tripping, squatting in the dormitory to cook porridge for her painful period, or struggling to win two concert schools for her favorite singer among many fans, all her feelings and joys will be rewarded. Every time I get motivation from her happy face.

Days are always like this, copying yesterday. I always worry that my excessive love will weaken, because I want her to become a necessity in life. What I am afraid of is that she will get used to this kind of love. When she becomes a habit of longing, my failure will breed her complaints and dissatisfaction.

I will try my best to meet all her requirements, even if it is casually mentioned, I will spare no effort to complete it. I have always regarded this plot as a good performance for her, and later felt that this practice was making both of them suffer. On a whim, I brushed Weibo, so the whole city went to look for snacks that she couldn't buy on Taobao, but she was left out in the corner because of her dissatisfaction, until she was swept away and forgotten.

Nothing is more devastating than saying "Oh". "Is this still the woman who makes me happy?" I doubted myself several times, "I didn't try so hard to win you over, and I did something wrong emotionally." I know that my love makes her willfulness full of paranoia, but I don't know if his paranoia has begun to disgust me.

Surrounded by the aura of princess disease, she has walked out of a gap and left her love to me, the shopkeeper of cutting. Because she "can't talk", all my negative emotions have been ignored since then.

3.5.

As the lyrics say, "I often think that I should never find someone as kind to me as you." But his kindness suffocated me.

Long-term love is not always vigorous, but I hope his good will continue. Don't press the lever of love too hard. I'm afraid I can't balance him. How I wish I could use my indifference to cool his excessive blood. We should have a distance and not let love die in the high temperature.

After experiencing the fanaticism in the early stage of love, I slowly hope to have an ordinary life, at least he is good, and their love is more serious. Your so-called love is not to win my happiness with material things.

How I hope he can recover slowly. If he consumes all his skills, I'm afraid he'll have to be indifferent to me. Just like on the way back, he kept silent on this topic. I was afraid of this embarrassing scene and bowed my head and didn't know what to say.

If all our communication and activities are based on what he called "what can you do for me", then I don't think such behavior is romantic at all.

While he is good to me, I also hope that he will be good to himself. If he doesn't eat regularly, he will have stomach trouble. He always saves money to buy things for me. Naturally, it hurts. I tried to stop his behavior several times, but he misunderstood that it was my alienation. I couldn't help quarreling with him that night and calling his name. There seems to be tears in his stubborn eyes. In front of the dormitory, he just let go of my hand at a glance and walked towards the night, instead of holding me and gently kissing my hair.

4.0.

In all love, the most terrible thing is a temporary farewell. We always try to avoid this deadline, but there is nothing we can do. Waiting is longer than anything, dreaming is more nerve than anything.

There are many unknowns between the two people who have temporarily left the two places, and they have always wanted to know her dynamics. From the earliest serious reply, to the later perfunctory, and finally to the direct neglect, I also tried to live without her. My initial anxiety turned into helplessness, and now I am used to it. Then I waited for three days with good night.

Her powerful neglect made me have a forced delusion about her. I took a photo of myself and found that the other party was too lazy to talk to you.

What I am looking forward to most is her WeChat. At least I felt her presence. Now I look at my mobile phone but I don't know what I'm waiting for, so I throw it aside.

I always want to find a chance to talk to her. She just says no, and they just walk silently on the road without saying anything. No matter how much I expected her to talk all the way, she just kept her head down. I asked my question to be answered only with "hmm", at least not to embarrass the other person.

After the evening study, she always has countless excuses to avoid my appearance. I feel powerless to refute, and gradually get used to a person's way of going home. The night light is no more lonely than me. I am very tired.

4.5.

His strong possessiveness and my desire for protection fit perfectly at first, and it is a proud thing to draw a sense of security from him as a male chauvinist.

I wish you were here all the time, but I don't want to rely on you. I live alone outside, eager to become more independent because of you.

The contradiction between us is brewing from sweetness. I think it's better to go our own way and calm down. The road under the night is just right for this. Why do you have to tell me why?

Love takes many forms. I don't think that if we reduce communication, our feelings will fade. This is the crux of melodrama. It is good to live independently and have each other in mind.

Besides, he is a big boy, and I seriously doubt that he has cancer separation anxiety. I feel bound by all the caring greetings. It's really hard and tiring.

We have been vigorous for two years and experienced a quiet year. Now let's go our separate ways. Happy graduation to you.

"In love, giving is an attitude, not a means. The reward is communication, not task. " What Lao Zhang said couldn't be better. Our fantasy love and reality will not be the same, but love is also a matter for two people. Indifference will die quickly, and arbitrariness will be worse.

Now let's look at the feelings of this student period. The boy looked back and took a long breath. "Points points. If it is divided, it is not necessarily how bad this relationship is. At least I am mature, which is enough. "

"Do you hate what she said?"

"I don't have any idea, nor is it necessary. Who told me I used to like it, hehe. "

Then there is no story.

The boy's name is Chen Zhi and the girl's name is He Ren.

That cup of love liquor is getting heavier and stronger, and finally it can only be kept.

The wind blowing from the depths of the sea, wrapped in the warmth of love, brushed my cheek, leaving a little drunk, and finally blew away on the nearby coast.