Love for too long has become a habit, making you unable to feel whether it is love or not; pain for too long has become a groove that reinforces the whole筋 (muscle/tendon). The numbness of an individual grows. Those once flowery and romantic moments replay in his mind like a slideshow, extending all the way back to the pure and sincere university days. It was precisely through Jiangnan's words that I entered the stage of blogs for the first time, a platform for expressing personal emotions and showcasing life dreams, allowing me to find a brand-new spiritual home here. Life has many inadvertent moments.
He took off his hat and sat on the recliner, as the female colleague wrapped a towel around his neck. She hurried over to replace the girl, gently adjusting the water temperature for him while he closed his eyes, silently feeling.
But all these are beauties from different generations.
In the early morning, I suddenly woke up, looking at the blanket covering me, touching my clothes which were intact without any damage. Loneliness began from which night's silence... She used to be a proud princess, cherished by family affection.
I can only believe, only believe what you said! I'd rather believe what you said is true! But, have you ever thought about me? After sending text messages one after another, I am waiting full of hope. Am I that anxious? But all you give me is like throwing stones into the sea, or just two cold words: no time! May I ask, is this the manifestation of loving me? Is this the sign of having me in your heart? You told me, only the one you love should be with you every minute, you still need to work, of course, you cannot randomly call or reply to text messages. I would rather believe you are true, I think I should understand you, but another consciousness tells me, you cannot be that busy, busy to the point where there's no time even to answer a phone call? There cannot always be no free time for yourself! I should wake up, right? Maybe you no longer love me, or I am no longer important in your heart! I really don't want to hurt the feelings we once had, I don't want to easily say goodbye to you, just let everything follow its own course. What belongs to me will never run away, and what doesn't belong to me cannot be forced!
Saying goodbye to each other, for you, for me, it's a kind of hurt, isn't it? I think, it's time for me to leave, right or wrong?
I may still log onto QQ constantly, still live in fantasies, still live in memories, but I don't want to pay attention to you anymore, don't want to send you text messages or make calls! Because I'm so afraid, afraid that the feeling of despair will gradually devour me. Loving someone means wanting them to be happy! I still love you, still miss you, but I want to love you in a different way! I remember you, recall you by writing articles! Vent my longing for you!
Love you in a different way!
Thumbnail: Content: I've never liked so-called blockbusters like "Sherlock Holmes," because I don't like reasoning. It can turn a living person into all sorts of bizarre monsters, forming monstrous images through reasoning. I don't know how reasoning forms in reality. I like Chen Daoming. He is always so silent, so scheming, so sophisticated, able to rival Mr. Zhuge. Recently, a story of the Three Kingdoms called "Red Cliffs" will be filmed, and I think Chen Daoming playing Zhuge Liang is not at all inappropriate.
(Note: Some terms such as “整植筋加固” and “筋” could not be translated accurately due to unclear context and might need further clarification.)