Why do people unrequited love a person?

If you have a crush on someone, he is like your poison, sucking your body dry and giving up the pain. That's all the smoke inhaled into the lungs. He is like a spring breeze, with the fragrance of mint, refreshing. He is like a beam of light, so dazzling and out of reach. He is your addiction, your medicine, and the bad luck you can't escape in this life.

What you can't get is always in turmoil, and what you are optimistic about is fearless. This lyric is my favorite. I envy those lovers, but I don't understand why there are so many barriers between two people who love each other. Why do you love each other deeply but can't be together? If you can be with someone you have a crush on, you just need a simple cup of afternoon tea. You can fall in love. I'm kidding. We can understand each other with one look. We don't need too many sweet words, and tacit understanding brings us closer. At sunset, our shadows are intertwined, and we will hold hands until the end of time.

Secret love is sometimes strange and fragile. His casual praise can make you full of energy all day, and his subconscious blame can also make you sad. This is love, like what you like, hate what you don't like, and become self-less. Walking through the road you walked, singing your favorite songs, breathing the same sky you breathed, as if we had never been apart and always been together. Does this mean that we are getting closer and closer?

Loving a person is humble to the bone, and even likes him. Love to have no self-esteem just because it's him. Only he can make you so sad that you can't be yourself and so happy that the whole world seems to be your own.

In high school, I had such a deep unrequited love for such a person. He loves to laugh, and all the haze around him seems to be swept away. He is very naughty, and his practical jokes make you laugh and cry. After three years in high school, he has infiltrated into my bone marrow. But I also know that we are like two lines of railroad tracks, hand in hand. But we'll never have a chance to cross together.

It's like he's in heaven. He is excellent, I can only look up. Looking down, I am a drop in the ocean. How can I deserve him? For three years, he was in the south and I was in the north. Maybe there is no reason for us to get together again in this life. Maybe we read other people's messages and classmates' records over and over again, and inadvertently saw his traces, just wanting to taste the bitterness of unrequited love again. I haven't told him that I like him yet, but I'm afraid I don't even have friends. So what reason do we have to meet again?

It's better to miss each other than to meet, and it's better to meet the legendary swordsman again! Those young people should just be young and frivolous, let it go with time, leaving only a wry smile.