Talk about it after breaking up (a sentence that I still can't bear to part with after breaking up)

First, love is an adventure. If you win, you will stay together for life. Lost, people who are closer than friends are not even friends.

Second, admit it, you didn't make him feel bad when you cried. Wiping tears and reluctant to cry are two different things.

You passed me and looked around curiously. I hesitated for a long time before opening the door. You said I wouldn't come in.

I haven't drunk the strongest wine, but I gave up the person I love most. I give you all freedom as my last tenderness.

Five, it's dark, you can't see my tears; Because I smiled so awkwardly with tears.

6. How many people have I lost contact with for one of you? As a result, what I was worried about happened. When you left, they had already left.

Seven, you are the person I can say I like without blinking, but I am the person you can let go without looking up.

Eight, everyone has to grow up, and no one will bear it for you, so it doesn't matter if you are tired.

Nine, you pass your heart for a while, but stay in your memory for a lifetime. I don't want to miss you, but in many small moments, I will inadvertently think of you.

Eleven, if one day. I won't smile at you again. Please remember. You never asked me if I was happy.

12. I have given everything I should, and I am willing to give it, except to let you know that my heart hurts.

Thirteen, a person has lived for a long time, and when he meets some warmth, his pretentious lofty heart will be defeated.

Fourteen, it is the posture of a curtain on a summer night, it is an annoying and disturbing monthly event, it is a messy letter on the ground, it is a sleepless night, it is a confession that there is no future, and it is impossible to bet goodbye with you.

Fifteen, one day, my world will be without you, and your world will have no news of me.

Sixteen, people who are not good at expressing are really bitter, pay a lot, and use their feelings deeply, but no one says hello.

Seventeen, words are always pale and weak, and sadness is always too melodramatic. I won't say I love you again, and the joys and sorrows of the rest of my life are hidden in my heart. Don't recall, the dust settles, and it is not suitable to mention it again.

I feel lonely, not because nobody cares about me, but because you don't care about me.