This should be the so-called love.

Always think that love is a doomed encounter. Not a step earlier, not a step too late, on the boundless road of time, we come head on. It's just a look, it's you. No matter in the past, I have experienced prosperity or desolation ever since.

So I searched hard and prayed for God's mercy.

Sometimes, fragile vulnerable, for a moment, tough without trace. Walking in the crowd, but the heart is lonely.

Perhaps unwilling to be lonely, perhaps eager for success, perhaps just for love, excited again and again, and finally lost in the crowd. There are also lucky ones who snuggle up to each other outside the hustle and bustle of flowers. It's just, are you and I both lucky?

Wandering on the cliff for too long, met the beauty in the eyes, secretly thought that love, can not wait, misread the message of love. Let you be like a humble beggar begging for the mercy of love, after the baptism incisively and vividly, what is left is only a vague figure.

Waiting in silence and hopelessly, the flowers bloom and fall.

Perhaps, pious worship will bring good luck. When the vivid scenery replaces the pale waiting, is the bottom of your heart ready to move again?

However, is there another truth in life? Or is it just another repetition?

When the reality has long been directed into a drama, when the future is too long to explore, please let me be self-righteous to understand: the legendary love, the probability of existence is close to zero. In addition to being vigorous, it is actually simple. Life is just two people who happen to be patient with each other, torturing each other, but inseparable from each other's habits, just a lifetime guarded dessert.

About love, it's just a drifting and lonely habitat. When life has made us tired, when and I do not see enough relative all day, then, OK, then promise each other a future.

The so-called love, from then on, is like a cup of boiled water.

When life is insipid and calm, even quarrels, quarrels, and even fights may become common. Every action, every word, every hair, even the smell, body temperature, skin touch, are too familiar to become incomparable, without the slightest passion. These, perhaps do not let people feel the remaining warmth of love.

When we think we know this man very well, it's very different. He becomes picky, lazy, narcissistic, stingy, nagging, sloppy, not chic, not careful, and has a lot of shortcomings. when he can't finish talking, he may feel remorse and inevitably make some boring and awkward comparisons, such as: not as smart as so-and-so, not as handsome as so-and-so, not as romantic as so-and-so, not as considerate as so-and-so. But another voice muttered: those who are smarter than him are not as handsome as him, those who are more handsome than him are not as gentle as him, and those who are more romantic than him are not as stable as him.

So, love, I will regard you as normal.

So, gradually, we become more and more tacky.

From then on, we can face up to the growing wrinkles and aging, and unexpectedly brazenly and brazenly fight back when we are laughed at: this is what I look like, and I have the courage to change people.

From then on, we don't have to hide our inflated appetite, allow ourselves to develop horizontally, and pretend to weep when we are ridiculed: isn't it just good to be healthy? Now unexpectedly dislike me from then on, after tired shopping, the gender of the trophies unwittingly evolved from the original female to the male, although complaining, but more and more intense.

From then on, I will no longer write romantic articles, no longer pretend to be elegant and pretend to be gentle, no longer make clothes full of beds in front of the mirror for an hour, no longer spend half an hour putting on makeup for dinner, and begin to nag, disrelish the east and the west, figure out how to spend the cost of living, start to argue, and become unlovable.

Because of the insipid commitment, we should cherish ourselves as we cherish love, recognize the symbols of the body, be kind to ourselves, and don't let each other worry. We no longer worry about gains and losses, stop complaining, no longer give up easily, face it positively, and always be calm. Get along with each other day and night, continue to put up with each other's shortcomings, until accustomed and accepted, and finally can even be spoiled and laughed off.

When we think of our youth, those who were once perturbed by the ambiguity, those who were once sad and entangled insomnia. Maybe there have been carefully treasured gifts, and carefully treasured heartbeat; maybe there have been text messages left in the phone for a long time unwilling to delete; maybe there has been deep despair. All this is undeniably profound and unforgettable in a lifetime. However, the years are in a hurry, let bygones be bygones, and cannot be forgotten, so they are buried deeply. Instead of mentioning it as an excuse, take it as an unspoken secret.

This should be the so-called love.

One day, we sat together in the snack bar on the street, walked hand in hand in the crowded and familiar street, sat in the living room watching boring TV dramas, and inadvertently touched the patient and tolerant eyes of this man. I think this is the love I know.

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