I really don't understand love. Do you like to think that a person's mouth rises unconsciously?

Love is when he is around, he is the only one in his eyes; Everything has his shadow when he is away. I like reading in the middle of the night and suddenly think of him. I imagine what he is doing now, and I feel a faint warmth in my heart, but I never take the initiative to call him. After a few minutes, the attention was attracted by the plot in the book again! Love is in the lonely night, when I miss you like the tide, but I can't see the book in my hand. I wonder if he is still working overtime, if he has already had dinner, and if he is thinking about himself like he is! Love is arguing with him and sticking to him like a hedgehog, but in my heart I have secretly admired his insight and talent. Love wants him to keep pace with himself and connect with his heart. A joke he accidentally said can make him depressed and even burst into tears in an instant. In front of him, he is never defenseless. I like to send him short messages when I go out, telling him that the weather here is fine, then turning off my cell phone, playing alone in a strange place for a week, and suddenly appearing in front of him to scare him after being tanned. Love is wanting to be with him wherever you go. You can call him at the seaside and let him listen to the sound of the waves; You can also stay where you are for a long time because you see a figure exactly like him on the street in a foreign land. Love is when you are hurt, you don't want him to see your fragile side, quietly wipe away your tears in front of him, and turn your head and still look happy and strong. Love is crawling on his chest and crying when he is wronged, telling him all his troubles without hiding or worrying, eager to get comfort from his arms. I like to listen to his funny stories about my childhood, and then laugh and feel inexplicably moved. Love is listening to him tell interesting stories about his childhood, and then smiling, showing more pity for this once naughty man! I like to meet him in the corridor, greet him happily, and then exchange a few simple greetings. When I passed by, I saw the bright sunshine outside the window, and my mood was inexplicably better. Love is seeing him in the corridor, pretending not to care about his face, but feeling the trembling air around you carefully when passing by, so I can't help looking back! I like to see him walking hand in hand with another girl. My heart hurts a little, but I will soon raise my smiling face again in Chaoyang. Love is a game that you can't afford to lose. What you left behind may just be a scar engraved in your heart!