Secret love diary

A collection of 1 essays on a secret love diary

One day has passed in a blink of an eye, and there must be many feelings in my heart. It's time to write a summary and a diary. Have you figured out how to write the diary? The following are 1 unrequited love diaries that I collected and sorted out. Welcome to share.

Diary of a Secret Love 1

People are all the same. If you like someone, it is not because he is excellent, but because of a special feeling, which is temporary. If you want to have a secret love forever, it is very simple ... This feeling will always be like a lotus that can only be seen from a distance, and it will always attract you and make you miss it all the time ...

But a secret love is very painful. I hope I can secretly love you quietly, but you have no idea. I hope my secret love is just a mime. From beginning to end, I am the only one from the audience to the actor. I don't want you to pity me, care about me and pity me. Without you, my life would be easy and simple. Now, because of you, it becomes heavy and private.

There are trees and branches on the mountain, but I don't know if I love you. My love ends when you fall in love with me. I decided to make a curtain call, but you just started to perform ...

If it is meaningful, the secret love is really bitter, but the essence left is sweet. I always miss you in my heart. It exists to fill your heart, not to torture you ...

Love is like an altar of wine. The longer it takes, the more delicious it will be, and those who can taste it will not waste this life ... It's been almost a year since I secretly loved Diary 2

. For a year, I have been deceiving myself: the person you like is me, not me. However, The feelings that are constantly growing in my heart are getting deeper and deeper, so heavy and boring, so painful and painful. It turns out that in your heart, she has always been put in the first place and put in your hand. But your love for me is just your own stubborn self-deception. Hehe, I suddenly found myself really stupid. I thought my understanding of you could be used to dilute all this, your feelings for her, and dilute it.

I really feel so confused at the moment. Should I continue to love you to the left or let you go to the right? !

I really don't dare to think too much. I'm afraid that if I think too much, I'll feel very painful and sad. I'm afraid that I won't find any excuses to deceive myself in the future.

Be good, in fact, I haven't blamed you until now, because in the world of love, there is no right or wrong, only fate has no chance.

You are really a good person, and maybe we really don't fit in. < p At that time, one day, one time, one moment, I don't know what I saw from your eyes, and I, probably your smoke, don't deserve to stay in your memory, Xiao Du, and I don't deserve to write poetry anymore. You should look for new goals and new happiness. Later, I knew that you passed behind me, and that kind of eyes concealed your feelings implicitly but deeply, and I could only treat you as someone I didn't know. I don't know why, even that moment without words lied to me and you. I have no love for you, just a touch of youth and a touch of melancholy. You have no love for me, but at a certain moment, you think of my blue shirt and my eyes for a moment when you read poetry. You always said that it was eternity, well, at least, in your lonely days, my vision was with you in your mind, which is enough. You said that one day, you would give me your poem, so why give it to me! Those long nights were accompanied by those false and true words, and I wouldn't want them if you gave them to me. That was your best memory of yourself. Many people can't read your sadness. I know that you only remembered my long vision in a short period of time. Now, you don't know where I am, and you don't need to know, just like I can never go back to the past, without that moment. Thank you for keeping me alive in your poems. Sometimes, you should go without me. Tea alone.

You said that this is a story without a story. Only I know what kind of purgatory you have experienced. After many years, maybe you will feel funny, but thank you all the time for making me the name of the poem in your illusion. You don't have to wait for me, just like the wind will blow away, the rain will dry up, and you will change, Cha Xiaodu. I just hope that one day, I will see you be a strong person. No matter whether you have realized your dream or found me, I have always been like a star in the dark night. Although you can't touch it, please remember that that is me and I will always watch you go far away.

You still like Jay Chou. I know you don't like Jay Chou, but after one song after another, I think of you. You have always been a nostalgic person. Although I have seen your laughter, smirking, being strong and pretending to be you, in my heart, you can be yourself and miss your Tang and Song Dynasties, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, and every flying word. It's time for you to go, even if you are a false self. It's late at night, you should leave, and I will return to the bright moon and become your own. Diary of a crush 4

It rained on Tuesday, May 22nd

Well, I came to study in my class because of the rain today. Ting Yu told me that he lost his watch, which was 598 yuan, and his grandfather gave it to him only yesterday. I can only say that he is unlucky and pretend not to care. I went to get a broom to clean up, and Comrade Xiaoman's position was too unsightly. Xiaoqing came wet. It's strange that she obviously took an umbrella. Xiaoqing is a girl sitting in front of YY, and YY especially likes to flirt with her. Xiaoqing is very outstanding, tall and slim, with long black hair fluttering, very beautiful and cute. Xiaoqing: "Xixi, you see that my feet are wet and my feet are not wet." I looked carefully and smiled: "Your feet are wet." Comrade Xiaoman laughs crazily every day. I really don't know what he is laughing at. Hee hee hee, what's so funny? YY came, and sure enough, the first sentence was concerned about Xiaoqing: "Why are the clothes all wet?" Xiao Di washed her hair, and I smelled it. It was fragrant and offensive. Xiao Di is the girl sitting in front of me. She is a very nice girl with a good popularity. She is warm-hearted and tolerant. I like her very much. My stomach suddenly hurts. I think I should catch cold. I didn't say much, so I endured it. Nobody cares. Suddenly I feel that Pang Hu is close to me, very kind to me, and comes to me for everything. Ask her why, just one sentence: "Because we are friends." So, I went with her. Because ... we are friends. Friend, what a warm word. Pang Hu, surnamed Hu, is very fat, positive and optimistic, and is a representative of English class. Have physics class. Sanshou is a physics teacher, chubby, very simple and honest, very simple, although sometimes nagging. He is the cutest teacher in my opinion, especially when he smiles, especially … cute, which sometimes makes us laugh. I like Sanshou very much. Now every time Sanshou shouts to stand up, I will shout loudly: "Hello, teacher!" " To show my respect for Sanshou. Sanshou called our speech "buzzing" and always said, "Why is it buzzing again?" YY was once very impatient and rebellious: "Buzz every day, buzz is your daughter." I just laughed and said that he was still in a rebellious period, and YY could not be denied. But once, Sanshou changed to say that we were like fleas. I don't know who put a sticker on Sanshou's shirt. YY threatened: "It seems that I am the only one who can post it without being noticed, but I didn't do it." I was speechless: "Cut ..." Xiao Di asked me to reach out and squeezed my hand, very hard. My name is pain. Hanako said I was calm, and the pain just didn't show. I thought to myself, this is called being angry and invisible. YY is very abnormal sometimes. At this time, he was concerned about Xiaoqing's physiological period: "You have a bad temper recently, have you come?" Never mind, you can tell me. " I turned away and meditated in my heart, shameless. Xiao Di called YY long legs, and I don't make any representation, because it is a fact. YY hasn't mentioned W in front of us recently, but I'm not sure if he really faded this feeling and put it down. After all, W told me before that YY was very cold to her when they just broke up. After all, YY's eyes were reddish that day, and she told me honestly and frankly: "I like her ... I like her very much." Only this sentence, so affectionate, how can you forget when you say forget? After all, his tone at that time was crushed sadness, which made me feel distressed and about to cry.

it's getting dark. During the recess of the third class of evening self-study, I went to the toilet and saw the halo around the moon. It was beautiful and I couldn't help but stop and watch it for a while. YY looks nice with her eyes bent. In fact, YY is nothing special to me, but his most common behavior is exactly what I have never met, which I can understand as gentleness. It didn't take me long to fall in love with him. Perhaps, from the first time he tidied up my books, from the time he delivered them to me, from the time I held his pillow and smelled the fragrance, from the time he smiled at me, from the time he started joking with me, from the time he was seriously ill and didn't come home ... for a long time. During that time, I was really scared, afraid that he would never come back, afraid that I would never meet him again in my life. I just hope to see him. I really want to look at him all the time. It's good to say nothing. I want to see him, no matter what, all the time. I want him to live well where my eyes can see, where my ears can hear and where my heart can feel, with his love and my share. Once I inadvertently confessed to him: "I like you from beginning to end, but not the future." From his eyes, I can see that his confusion, his resistance and his distress are clearly without a trace of affection for me. In him, maybe I'm just an ordinary friend, or at worst, just a classmate and a stranger day and night. How eager and anxious I am, but if he is upset, I will pretend that nothing happened. I would say to him, "I don't like you, really." At that moment, I finally touched his hand, which was impulsive and sad. Actually, what I pursue is very simple. YY, your life, I only borrow one ride. But you haven't finished this journey. You've gone far alone. I can talk with Kan Kan in front of others, and everything becomes cautious in front of him. I'm afraid, I'm afraid he will hate me, because I'm so bad, bad.

For a time, I was bold enough to touch his hand and his head. I think he must hate me. He said I was obsessed. Well, isn't it? I also hoped, YY, can you touch my head, can you take the initiative to hold my hand? ..... did not come true. Too far apart, too far apart. YY, the most unforgettable thing is the temperature of your palm. In winter, my hands were once very cold, and yours were usually warm. The warmth wrapped and embedded in the heart. Really, it's warm My ugly cheeks. Also, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for forcing your next life. However, you must not be serious. In fact, I'm not qualified either. What can I say about my determination and pride? So, cancel it. Blocked in my heart, it just adds sorrow. May you be safe all your life. Xiaoman was slapped two times by old Joe. Why? Distracted in class or something. In chemistry, the seat of shark's fin was occupied by the chemistry teacher, who was rushed to the front to be the "door god" and urged us to concentrate on our homework. Shark's fin is a boy who thinks he is handsome, but to be honest, he is really good-looking and has a good figure, at least much better than YY. At this time, shark fin looks depressed and unwilling. Diary of a crush 5

When I moved to a new home, I changed my job, and I was in a good mood to sing every day. When I met you on such a day, I thought that God had finally given me a kind arrangement in the column of love. I really thought that this was the most beautiful encounter in my life. In the crowd, I unconsciously just wanted to look over there and see the first back, and then I felt different. I ate it very seriously, but for a moment, my heart was swept away by you. After eating, I went back and said that I would go back to fried rice. I think when you have a wife, you must be a good husband.

From then on, every time I saw you from a distance, my heart began to beat wildly. I never experienced the "bang bang bang", as if I had heard it beating violently. Every time you were working nearby, my nervous hand on the calculator would shake, and I was sweating from head to toe. Let alone talk to you. My heart is in my throat.

I don't know if you feel it. I've been secretly looking at you. The reason is: I can't remember your appearance. The more I can't remember it, the more I look at it. I turn my head. Your appearance is very clear, but when you're not around, you forget your appearance again. On the last day's work, I just looked at your busy appearance, and as soon as you found out, I immediately turned my head.

If I don't see you at work, my heart will be empty, and you are next door, so I can't help myself with joy. It would be nice if I could do this forever. Unfortunately, it's just a wish. When I know that you are four years younger than me, I don't care. Now think about it, how can I be qualified? You are in your youth, and I am already getting old. That's ridiculous. . .

when I know that you have a girlfriend, I just pray that I don't see her. I just want to be like this. You are on my left, and we are busy. In my spare time, I turn to look at you and feel at ease. I only fantasize occasionally: I have a small family with you, and we work hard for it.

I just want this! That's enough. I don't want anything. Do not destroy, do not disturb!

Three months have passed since such a day and such a mood. Suddenly, I haven't seen you for many days. I have always been introverted, and I don't know how to know your news. My heart is empty and I begin to feel sad for no reason. Until today, your name appeared on the class table, and my heart began to beat rapidly. After an afternoon, I looked at the direction you were coming. Why didn't you come? Have you asked for leave these days? What did you do? I was thinking at random, staring at my eyes and reading in my heart. Seeing your familiar shadow, I can't hide my smile now.

However, there is something wrong with the atmosphere. I don't know what's wrong, but I feel wrong. When I saw that the ring on your hand was clearly shining, my heart immediately began to feel sad and inexplicably angry.

I took the bus after work and saw you at the door. I pretended not to see you and didn't say hello to you. I wanted to ignore you in the future. Every time I talked to you, you never took the initiative to talk to me. However, when I got on the bus, I began to regret it. Looking back, it was you and your girlfriend who came out. When people were sad, my stomach always began to feel it first. I didn't cry. I was calm. Until I opened the door and went upstairs, I was afraid of the dark at ordinary times. I didn't turn on the light and went to the fifth floor.