What are a hundred heartwarming and touching stories to tell your girlfriend before going to bed?

Go left, go right?

I heard that when God created humans, he split the originally complete soul into two and became a man and a woman in the mortal world. Therefore, after everyone comes into this world, they will feel lonely and have to search for their whole life to find their other half. Only by becoming one with him can their life be complete. And two people who can never meet each other in life, even if they are accompanied by someone, will be like the left hand losing the right hand, and they will always feel lost and inexplicably regretful. ?

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When I was watching "Go Left, Go Right", I was sitting on the shuttle bus. Outside the window was the bustling traffic and crowds. The sun was shining brightly in my eyes. Countless people flashed past the car window. We looked at each other blankly through the glass, then turned our heads and looked at our own vague front. ?

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He kept walking to the right, and she kept walking to the left. They were obviously in love, but God refused to give them any more fate. The distance between her and him always stayed 0.01 centimeters away. Even if they were very close in the crowd, they would always pass by each other. ?

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When they met, the two of them smiled like children who got candy, but they were so stupid that they didn’t even leave their names and addresses with each other, but only left each other a string of The password was soaked in blood by the rain. It’s not that there are people around them who don’t have pursuits. They can reach out and touch the worldly and warm happiness. It’s just that they are too loyal to their feelings and refuse to give up. They would rather stubbornly hold on to the string of unbreakable passwords in their hands and guess over and over again. The arrangement of fate. ?

But looking across the horizon, the belt is getting wider and wider, even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell me? ?

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I often walk halfway and then go back; I often stay in the bookstore all day long; I often take the train and wait for reunion until someone chases me away; I often face the puppy walking , the baby basking in the sun asked for news about the other party...all his efforts were in vain. Living in the same city, walking on the same street, but still living in two worlds. ?

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Such a plot really makes me feel sad. I have always believed that somewhere in the world, there must be a person with whom I have a tacit understanding, just like the two puzzle pieces originally put together; just as I believe that we will never meet, just like two parallel lines that cannot find the intersection. Our passing by each other has used up all the fate. There is a beginning of a story, but we can never see the ending. We just miss each other again and again, turn a blind eye to each other again and again, and face the sky alone and despair again and again. The ground shouted. ?

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I don’t like the beautiful but unrealistic ending of a fairy tale. I don’t believe in the sky-shattering winter thunder or the miracle of true love. ?You are not Ma Xiaojun, and I am not Li Qiao. Even if we relied on each other at a certain moment and rubbed each other, after getting off the train, it was just one turn to the left and the other to the right. Moreover, there would not be a warm and fluttering "Sweet Honey" that would allow us to meet again many years later. street. ?

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Sometimes I walk alone among the crowd. Countless shadows passed by, overlapping and yet distant. Occasionally when we brush shoulders, there will be a moment of eye contact. After the eye contact, no one looks back. We all have our own way to go, who will look around and who is willing to stay? ?

So I no longer look up, no longer look around, no longer wait for your appearance, and no longer imagine your eyes. I was just a confused child who had lost his shadow and wandered around without any purpose. ?

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One day when I was packing up my old things, I dug out a poem I wrote down in middle school: I have been waiting for a long time, and I can’t bear to leave even when it gets dark... I know this feeling, It is only suitable for such an innocent age. After that age, people will start to become realistic and indifferent, and no longer have such firm love and watchful patience. ?

I have spent a long time waiting for your arrival. I have walked a long way to pursue your clues. But it is getting dark and the crowd has dispersed. I stand where I am. Suddenly, I lost my determination and courage to wait.

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Every day, I walk quickly on the road, no longer looking around, not stopping to look back for anyone, and moving through the crowd like the wind. If we meet, let us love each other; if we are separated, let us bless each other and forget each other. If the left hand loses the right hand, let her be alone forever. ?

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I believe that you have always been standing in a corner of this world, walking silently. I know that we like the same color, the same song, and even our dazed postures are so similar. We were all staring at our fingers in the sun, making various gestures, and mumbling to ourselves in loneliness. ?

But I don’t know which street corner you will appear on, or what kind of encounter you will have ahead. I don’t know if one day you meet me and I meet you, we will hug each other as we wish. After hugging, will we easily lose each other again? I don’t know if we will search hard after losing each other. Waiting silently, not knowing whether fate can be fulfilled after such searching and waiting.

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