I love you, don't you know?

Time always passes quickly, and a new semester is about to begin in a twinkling of an eye. Do not want to start school, not do not want to use a new state to face new learning, but do not know how to face you, a very strange you.

I don't know what makes us so strange. If I had said sorry to you from the beginning, wouldn't it have been like this? I don't know, just like I didn't know how to tell you I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me! The mistake is that I shouldn't like you? But is it really my fault to fall in love with you?

There are too many love stories that don't end well in history, and most of them meet the wrong people at the wrong time, because the really right people will end up together at the wrong time. We'll be like them, and I'm sure we'll do the same! Because you never loved me, not even like me. The other day I said don't be so nice to me, I will like you, and ask you, are you not afraid? You answer: what are you afraid of? After that, I held your hand, and after a while I saw that you had no response and held it tightly. At that time, I was very happy. Gradually holding your hand became my habit, and it became a habit that I couldn't quit.

What I can't get may always be the best, because I can't get you all the time, you're still so perfect, even I don't mind hurting you, because I promised you, no matter how I am willing to do it. But you are more unscrupulous to ignore my feelings, telling my secret in front of outsiders, no matter where there is gossip, let me bear it alone, but I am willing to do it anyway. Because I love you.

What helps me is this love, which I can't solve all the time. I don't know how to make me stop loving you, maybe so that you can fall in love with me. But I am still too stupid and naive, thinking that a lot of I love you can become you also love me. I love you, this sentence, although not personally told you, but we are all in practice, do you know? Although it is the same in these days when you ignore me, my practice has become infinitely missed. Do you know, I have heard that when others miss you, they will appear in your dreams. I will meet you in my dreams every day. I know that this is me thinking about you, thinking about you day and night, but I would rather deceive myself that the legend is true, that is, you miss me.

I really have no way to stop missing you, missing you in every minute and every second has never stopped. Do you know? How many times have I been organizing myself not to miss you, to stop thinking about someone who doesn't love me, but I can't really do it.

The feeling of falling in love with someone has not been tasted for a long time, and this time I am lucky to taste it here, and it is still so painful. Good dream weaving, good dream weaving, you know? In the days to come, I will try my best to forget you, not that I do not love you, but that I am really in pain. I'm sorry to make you fall in love. I'm not good enough, not good enough. I'm sorry to make you like it helplessly. Because of my love, because of the burden my love has on you, I apologize to you. I will hide this love well and will not let others see it. Go and find your own happiness in your true age. At the same time, forgive me for not being able to bless you, because I can't, not because I hate you, but because I hate myself that I can't even hate, but only love.

Author: God, ambiguous smile