About you
I have so much to do with you.
I dare not say that I like you when I am awake. Only when I am sentimental and haunting one night, or drunk at a friend's party, can I dare to use my emotion to say that I like you and have loved you for a long time.
About you, September 2006, that's the season we know. I know you in a classroom of more than 40 square meters. We are classmates, and we are not familiar with each other. That sentence is still tall, is the beginning of my concern for you, intentionally or unintentionally from four groups to a group of glances at you, cautious eyes afraid you find, but afraid you do not understand, a little like dare not speak out. Later, I called back and scolded the past. Later, the tacit understanding of the chat and the goodnight of each other made it clear that I just liked it. There was nothing else. I certainly like it, but I dare not speak up. Just because you said something in the crowd, you've lived in your heart ever since. Dare not easily close to disturb, is afraid of disturbing your pace of life; dare not easily love you, is afraid to do so is an offence, is a factor that hurts our relationship.
About you. Because of my fear, I watched you walk towards her. It's true that I like you. It's also true that you have a girlfriend. I thought I would keep this kind of friendship without saying anything, but she caught up with a coincidence. It should be a winter vacation. You have a girlfriend. I still heard that my love is fruitless. So between me and her, somehow, there is the feeling of enemy. Maybe as other people say, two completely unrelated women in the world will be because a man is either friendly or hateful. As for her, I can't be friendly, but it's not hatred. Just when you choose her, I hope she will love you and take care of you, even my share will love with you. Since the day I fell in love with you, missing has become an addiction that I can't give up. Your words and laughter, a glimpse, all affect my heart, a thousand thoughts, only one thread; thousands of beautiful women, only one person. I am willing to wander in your story all my life, willing to saddle your horse before and after the horse head is looking forward to, even if you never give me a promise, even if you never give me half love, still without regret.
About you. A college entrance examination, we were separated, graduated will be the last time in my life, I am glad, we are not. Going East and west, you continue to go to college, it is gratifying that you are also in a different place, so it is not my intention, can only be said to be coincidental, your arrangements are just right for me. Later, I heard that she came to see you from her city, and what could I say then? It's true that she really loves you. I have also said to my girlfriend that there should be at least one time in my life when I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership, no love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years. I feel happy to meet you in this life, although happiness is mixed with all kinds of pain. I have also imagined quietly going to your school, in a sunny afternoon, on your way to the classroom and you come to meet, carefully prepared for the occasion. But before I could meet you, you were out of business. Love is a very mysterious thing. It can't be said clearly. It can't be explained clearly. It can't be cut continuously. It can't be managed properly. In the world, there is a kind of love that knows no result, but still sticks to its original place and refuses to leave, even if it can not hold a trace of your warmth, it still chooses to wait for you silently. All the way, the heart door is only for you, the mountain city is only for you, the day is only for you, the night is only for you. Because if you love you, even if you live in a desert island, you will still look at your happiness with the deepest affection.
About you. A chat, I said I would go home, you said you would go home, I did not think this season, we will be together in our city, but even if we are in the same city, the farthest distance is that we feel so far away in the same city. Suddenly, I heard that you broke up, and my heart feeling even I can not say, I should be happy, but I can not be happy. Four years, you have been a part of the peace, is true love, why I can not be happy, probably has been accustomed to quietly like you, do not ask for results. We have also said the offer, that evening finally made an appointment, meet at the first glance, really at this time of mood, I am very excited, there are elements of joy, there are some worries, I fear that I can not show you my best state, more or moved, can walk with you side by side, is the school I would not dare to think of things. If I were a leaf in the wind, I would like to fall in the most beautiful posture, because I do not want you to see my sadness, maybe the beauty of the world, there are some desolate, the edge is the silent waiting in the depths of clouds and water, is the warmth of a simple note, is the most beautiful poetry line of time freehand brushwork. We circled around the park, thought it would be embarrassing, poor words, but you said to me, we bathed in the evening breeze, I enjoyed the feeling until you sent me downstairs, you want to leave, want to give you a hug, tell you how much I love you. But I still haven't, just silently watching you leave behind, slowly fading away in the dark until disappearing in the corner. How I wish you could understand my silence, my silence and my desire. Sometimes you can't see me because I'm hiding behind you. Sometimes you can't hear me because I secretly disguise myself with silence. In fact, I am afraid of loneliness, but because you will let yourself fall into a deep loneliness; in fact, I am afraid of loneliness, but because you mountains and rivers are far away, and I can do nothing. Even if you have all the obstacles, as long as you need, I will never hesitate.
About you. You said you were going to be a soldier, in fact, my heart is some joy, because in the army, you may not like others, and I want to hold this lucky mentality to wait for you, get rid of other people's shackles, do not know if I am not late this time, tell you, I like you, tell you, I will wait for you, wait for you to come back. I may not see you off when you leave, but you have to tell me which city you are in and I will visit you.
Life, how many partings, there will be how many encounters, the noisy world, there are always some lonely souls, walking on the lonely road, love you, is a ray of dark fragrance, through the vast sea of people, quiet come, such as flowers dew, moisten people's hearts and minds. It flows quietly in the time, so that meeting or not, the horizon or near, all become a joy and expectation. Because love you, years, will no longer be freehand confused; because love you, life will no longer be boring; because love you, all the thousands of turns are worth it.
About you, my years are all about you. Once upon a time, now and then.