Someone misses you. Tell me, when I miss you the most, I realize that I miss you.

First, at that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the world collapsing.

If I can't help you, I can at least stay with you.

Third, what you love, what you think and what you care about will eventually be lost to what is good for you. Time will tell me how I got through that difficult time; Time will also tell you how you lost someone who was willing to love you with his life.

Fourth, you know that when scraping the prize paper, you stop when you see the first thank you, and wait for the next bus when you see that this bus has been closed, but you have to scrape thoroughly and panting. I realized that I shouldn't torture a relationship to death, and I realized that the tide was gone.

Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain.

I want to give my thoughts to the scattered stars. I hope that little starlight can shine into your window and sleep well with you.

Seven, once you told me to wait for you, what do you think now?

Eight, everyone's fate is different, and the time of love will be different. Only by doing it wholeheartedly, what I can do is: I will let my love grow old with you.

Nine, I don't know the result of love, so that prophecy, speculation, joy, joy, jealousy and sadness fill every second of my life, and I become a poet before I know it.

Ten, the story is not long, it is not difficult to sum up, simple four words, love and give up.

Eleven, there will always be such a person, will often beat around the bush to ask your news, want to know how you have been recently. There will always be someone who values your memories of each other more than yourself and can't bear to part with it.

Twelve, I don't pay much but take care of your next life.

Thirteen, like a person, will humble to the dust, and then bloom.

Fourteen, you are like a glass of liquor, drunk, dreaming and dead.

Fifteen, youth is nothing but running wildly, and then falling down beautifully.

Sixteen, loneliness, because there is no one in my heart, loneliness is because someone in my heart is not around.

Seventeen, missing, in one word, is both missing and missing. When I miss you the most, I realize that I miss you.

Eighteen, I think the deepest love is that after you left, I lived like you.

I don't even have a picture of him. He lives only in my memory.

Twenty, don't think that after breaking up, I went to your space or Weibo to see it, just because I think people still can't forget you, care about you, and have to look back after going to the toilet.

Twenty-one, sometimes, my heart ached, I also want to smile brightly, but I am very fragile, but so strong. Tears are rolling in my eyes, but I tell you that I am fine. Maybe this is growth. Some things can only be told to people who know.

22. Do you know the feeling of missing to the extreme? I sent him good night one night and fell asleep before he came back. The most terrible thing is the hazy consciousness. I dreamed that he returned my message and suddenly woke up. I turned on my cell phone and saw nothing. You see, this should be because I miss him so much that I don't even want to let go of my dream.

Twenty-three, how many people told you that you can't live without you, and then where are they?

24. Do you know what it's like to miss you to the extreme? I once sent her a good night, and I woke up seven times a night to read my mobile phone messages. That is the terrible hazy consciousness. In my dream, I dreamed that she seemed to reply to my message, and then my consciousness took me out of my dream to see my mobile phone. You see, this is probably because my thoughts have penetrated into my bones and I don't even want to let go of my dreams.

Twenty-five, looking up at the night sky, once the most beautiful constellation, is the beautiful footprint of missing on the beach of the Milky Way, and now it has already been melted by rain and spread into eternal insomnia.

Twenty-six, if life can be repeated, I will do it again.

I can be sad because I have left too many regrets.

Twenty-eight, delete the words line by line, and finally send them to you with a well. It doesn't matter, not all emotions should be told to you, such as my unhappiness, such as I miss you so much.

Twenty-nine, when I was a child, I became the best person with a candy. When I grew up, I devoted all my love and became your best friend.

I have always had a soft spot for you, and your face has always appeared in front of my eyes! But I am too poor to expect, and now I have money! You can say loudly: boss, cut that pig head in half for me!

Years are changing, love is spreading, thoughts are holding hands, memories are stretching, memories of the past are happy, intoxicated with happiness and sweetness, accompanied by SMS greetings, and words are whispering in my ear. I love you for ten thousand years.

I meditate all day, that is, I care about you, day after day, day after day, until you and I become one and never part!

Thirty-three, I'm fine. I just miss someone who urges me to sleep, warms my hands, cries with me and plays with me.

Thirty-four, looking for you: anonymous is slim, looks extraordinary, gentle and lovely; Always in my heart. Please contact me if you know the whereabouts. Willing to pay with a diamond ring!

35. Pencils can't outline how I miss you. Eraser, erase your emotions.

I am most afraid that you will smile at me when I want to give up.

37. Missing is the hope for your lover and the concern for your friend.