There is an emotion that has been very quiet.

I like you, but I will never let you know. Not because I don't have the courage to say it, but because I'm afraid I don't have the courage to bear it; not because I'm worried about your refusal, but because I don't want to put pressure on you.

Like, can be light, so that you can not feel the existence of this emotion; like, can silently, just quietly pay attention to your words and deeds; like, can quietly, like holding treasures, for fear of getting a little bit of damage.

Always pay attention to your words and mood, but only occasionally reply to a few innocuous words; often happy and sad with you outside your world, but just pretend to accidentally encounter occasionally, and then faintly greet: long time no see!

Like, quietly miss, quietly recall, and then hit the keyboard, let the mood walk between the lines. Like, quietly miss, quietly reverie, listening to sad music, tasting bitter green tea, touching those inexplicable feelings. Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, away from the impetuous prosperity, away from the perfunctory and dealing with the mask, so clinging to a piece of pure land.

Like you, but has been very quiet, like the fragrant gardenia, lingering in the softest place at the bottom of my heart.

It seems that I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Someone once said: no matter how much you love each other, you must not be a third party. Think about it carefully, silently. Because know, such a story from the beginning is doomed to the end, from the beginning is doomed in this story, a lot of people will get hurt. Those who leave always have to leave, can not stay, just like the other shore flower, its whole life, flowers and leaves are still born wrong with each other. If the fate is gathered and scattered, it will be the same.

I like to climb to the top of the mountain and enjoy the sunrise in the early morning, because that ray of dawn tells me that the world will not change for anyone, what should come will come at the right time, and what should go will go at the right time. The sunshine is the same every day, but the sunshine is different every day, just like the scenery around me.

Like in the sunset, watching the sun's face flushed slightly, watching it that the last wisp of gauze slowly disappeared in the sky. Then, the night put on the black dress and walked through every corner. At this time, I am used to looking at the vast night sky and sketching your appearance. Think of you inadvertently a look, an expression, and then a faint smile.

Yes, just faintly, quietly. That's enough!

Like you, is faint, because afraid that you will occupy all the space, will be everywhere; like you, is quietly, because do not want to let you feel, do not want to let each other in the pressure and torture of the original good disappear. Www.qymw.net

You never know that there is such a pair of eyes behind you that will change with your mood ups and downs, nor do you know that there is such a person in the distance who will feel the world bright because of your smile and worry because of your frown.

In the world of mortals, there are too many unsatisfactory, there are too many helplessness, we are just one of the particles. Come quietly, and one day you will have to leave quietly. Maybe it is a kind of beauty and eternity to have a brilliant moment like fireworks, but I prefer to believe that it is also a kind of beauty to watch your happiness quietly.

Feelings, do not have to be vigorous to be moving, it can also bloom plain light beauty, long and warm.

Like, do not have to have will not leave regret, it can also be a kind of missing, a kind of memory, a kind of yearning.

In this way, I quietly like such a person, let this indifferent emotion bloom in this summer, and then extend to the next season.