Love is just an obsession after all.

See a gentleman, don't like it-The Book of Songs storm

20 15, I am a sophomore in the next semester. On the evening of May 30th, he sent a circle of friends. It means that you like someone but dare not confess. At that time, he was just a friend of my classmate, met by chance and left his contact information by chance. At that time, I had just confessed to the boy in my middle school, which was a farewell. Because I know that person doesn't like me, I have a crush on me for so many years and finally let it go.

So when I saw his circle of friends and felt a little * * *, I commented casually and encouraged him to confess to the person he liked. Then he started chatting with me in private, chatting and saying that the person he likes is me.

Probably when I first met him, he was very kind to me (I later learned that he was actually very kind to everyone). Although I don't like him, I don't hate him. Just promise him a chance to chase me. Later, many times, I wondered if I was out of my mind and why I agreed inexplicably, but this is another story.

The beginning of love was sweet, and he was really good to me at that time. Although it is a long-distance relationship, he talks to me every day, and sometimes we can talk for more than an hour. When I was with him, he always said, how could I be so lucky to meet you? He always said, let me stay with you for a while. That was the first time I realized the feeling of being liked and chased. Being liked by others is much happier than liking others, because liking someone who doesn't like himself is a very hard thing. But at that time, all my previous emotional bitterness was cured by his warmth. I'm starting to like him.

But it is because I like him that I was hurt today. To love him is to give him the right to hurt you. Zhang Ailing said that falling in love with someone will be as low as dust. When a girl really falls in love with a boy, she loses completely.

I believe in the concept of love, that is, Nalan Rong Ruo's life is a generation and two people. I chose him, and I've been prepared all my life. I repay him wholeheartedly for his kindness to me.

But just when I identified him, there was a contradiction between us. I just know that the shelf life of love is really short. He lost interest in me in just three months. He began to be cold, ignored me for a few days, and disliked my willfulness and irrationality. I couldn't stand his indifference. I quarreled with him and even said goodbye, but he didn't stay.

Later, I apologized to him, cried and said I didn't want to leave him, and then made up. I thought he would change back, at least he wouldn't be so cold to me anymore. But instead, he became colder and colder, and we quarreled more and more. Until that time, I really broke out and said a lot of cruel words, and he broke up.

He has shortcomings, so do I, so I say that many injuries are caused by myself. After falling in love with him, I changed and became more and more dependent on him. Like all girls, I will be willful and unreasonable.

But I never think this is the reason why a person doesn't love you. Besides, I really didn't go that far. I think it's because he doesn't really love me. He said that at first, he regarded me as a goddess, and he thought I was as pure as snow. Later, when I really got to know me, I realized that I was loveless, insecure, independent, sensible and gentle. He said, I don't want a clingy girlfriend. Look, the truth is, he only loves me as he thinks I am. Or he loves me who doesn't love him.

The story is not over yet. If there is anything unexpected when I was with him for the first time. And then I totally asked for it.

I am a person with a deep obsession, otherwise, how can I have a crush on someone for so many years? And falling in love with him, I will not give up easily. I believe that the road is long, and it is inevitable to frown. As long as you don't let go of each other, you will definitely get to the end.

I went to his city and school. I knew he didn't want to see me, so I told him when I got on the train. Finally, he met me and we talked. He said let's calm down. Then he sent me to my friend in that city. Before I left, he hugged me and kissed me. I think he still loves me.

After returning to school, I told two good girlfriends about me and him. One of my girlfriends called him in a rage and scolded him. The two men had a bitter quarrel. At that time, I just cried hysterically on the shoulder of another best friend. One is the boy I like, and the other is my best girlfriend. I'm at a loss.

Then I forgot how we made up. I don't know why he made up with me. Anyway, we made up. But I know he doesn't like me anymore. He has always hated being scolded by my best friend. After that, he never chatted with me like a friend, never said a sweet word to me, and never found his love and tenderness for me. We can't go back.

Slowly, the mode of getting along is that we will quarrel every ten and a half months. I've changed a lot for him. I don't think about him every day and rely on him to keep me company. But I have always had resentment in my heart, which will erupt every once in a while. So noisy, after more than three months. By this time, we had reached the third semester of junior year, and I went to a far-away place for an internship.

This is undoubtedly worse for our already unstable relationship because of long-distance love. I hope he can spend more time with me, because I have less time for internship. Moreover, he has to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, and the work of the school is also very tense.

But I always feel that if he really has me in his heart, no matter how busy he is, he will take the time to call me and send a message. Probably because I know that I am not important in his heart, I will always ask for it and look forward to it.

During that time, I was really in pain, like being stuck in the mud. Until one time, my mobile phone was stolen, and I was helpless. I sent a message to my friend on his mobile phone, and he said impatiently, remember more next time. At that moment, I finally decided that I would leave this man who didn't love me. I said we should stop contacting each other, but I still didn't have the courage to say goodbye. I think if I lose my mobile phone, he will never find me again. He's sure to regret it.

Some people's nature cannot be changed. I am a worthless person. I regretted it the next day. But he said he was going to break up with me, and he had had enough of me. I said yes and then broke up. After a few days, I didn't know how to live. It seemed that I didn't feel sad or cry, but I was surprisingly calm. I know, because subconsciously I don't believe that we have broken up.

A few days later, I got a new mobile phone and a new number. I still couldn't help but send him a lot of messages, begging him not to leave me. This time he is very determined. He said we had broken up. I wish you happiness. When I realized that I had lost him, I cried hysterically again.

My friends around me looked at me in such pain that they never dared to mention him in front of me. I don't mention him either. I hide and cry every day. Sometimes when it really hurts to death, I send him a message. It's just that all the messages sent in the past are sinking into the sea. But I never dared to call him, because he once said, can you let me finish the days before the postgraduate entrance examination quietly?

So I cried for more than two months, pestered him for more than two months and became a bitch for more than two months. I'm finally tired. Finally, all his contact information was deleted on the day of 20 16 520, but Weibo's concern was not cancelled. After that, I relaxed a lot.

Many things are sometimes too dramatic. One year after his first confession to me, that is, 2065438+May 30, 2006, I came across another Weibo of his, saying that he didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

The most hurtful thing about love is that you still love him even though you hate him.

I hate him, so I saw this Weibo and sent him a message. Yes, I deleted his mobile phone number, but those eleven numbers have long been printed in my heart. I said, I thought you gave me up for the postgraduate entrance examination. Now, it seems that your persistence is just so. I didn't expect him to return to me. I lost you and happiness for the postgraduate entrance examination and regretted it.

I'm still stupid for him as always, and I've always been a bitch for him. I believed him. We are together for the third time.

I once told him that it is best to talk about love three times in a person's life, once ignorant, once unforgettable, once in a lifetime, and I want to talk to you all three times.

He must know that I love him very much, because he never asks me if I love him. When you ask this sentence, "Do you love me?" You already know that he doesn't love you. I have asked him this question countless times. So these injuries are all my own fault, I asked for it.

Now we are still the same, neither too hot nor too cold. He still hasn't called me for days and won't take the initiative to find me. I will lose my temper occasionally, but I will never get hysterical again. Because I know the love between us is fading.

You can't keep the person who wants to leave. It doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to you after all.

Now the internship is coming to an end, and the next semester of junior year is coming to an end. If love is a compulsory course in college, it took me a whole year to finish it in my junior year. I learned the sweetness of love last semester, and the pain of love next semester, and finally failed.

The so-called love, in the final analysis, is just an obsession, and one day when the obsession is gone, it will stop loving.

Senior year is coming, and I think it's time to let go of love. Love is to face the reality after all. Those injuries actually made me grow a lot. Whether we can be together in the end is actually not that important. The important thing is that I loved without regret, and I was really loved and hurt. Love and injury are never clear. It is because of these injuries that I can recognize myself and grow into a better self.

Our story is not finished, I hope we can get better.

Bitter jelly beans?

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