The difference between humans and all other things is that humans have thoughts, memories, and the ability to think. The most selfish desire in a person's heart is not wealth but love. And love is the symbol of loyalty, with honesty being the foundation of love.
When two lovers or a couple go from acquaintance to intimacy, their journey is filled with many romantic hues. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that love becomes so elusive, showing its charm in simplicity, much like dsquared2 jeans.
Stories often go like this: at a friend's gathering, one glance, one second of eye contact can lead to love at first sight. Then comes the palpitations, yearning, restlessness, and difficulty in eating and sleeping; or due to a beautiful encounter, accidentally brushing hands in a bookstore, bumping heads on a street corner, or taking shelter from the rain in an empty place on a rainy afternoon - all these interactions could be reasons or excuses for love; or perhaps...
Love is a very wonderful feeling. If there were no such feeling, one wouldn't cherish the fragments and words of their encounters, nor the glimpse of someone's appearance; if there were none, one wouldn't linger and wait for a person's silhouette to appear again in the same place, or track down their living habits and routines; if there were none...
The emergence of love may be due to these factors influencing one's thoughts, memory making sensations misplaced, and contemplation making behaviors mysterious.
Then, a sudden romance begins to play out with smiles in the place where they first met; or a phone call inquiry stirs up emotions, creating an impulse to see but cannot, and won't stop until seeing; or after sunset, walking in a secluded place, leaning on each other, counting stars under the night sky, sharing the moonlit tenderness, listening to the gentle wind's song, telling each other sweet nothings...
Afterward, the sky of love is clear, the mind as beautiful as a rainbow, life pleasant, work smooth, study easy...
There are no perfect things in the world, no banquets that never end. Love seems more beautiful and charming when it ends in tragedy, and without experiencing pain, one cannot understand the true meaning of love.
Of course, lovers who eventually become lifelong partners can live happily ever after, fulfilling promises and vows, knowing and cherishing each other until the end of time. But, people experience joy and sorrow, partings and reunions, just as the moon waxes and wanes. Most things do not go as planned. And love is merely an emotion generated by a feeling. Who can guarantee it will not disappear or even vanish completely?
Most love in the world is irrational. Whether it's due to the intensity of the moment or a beautiful mistake, once love begins, any dishonesty from either party will inevitably lead to a tragic outcome, unavoidably causing harm to the other, and more likely result in the two becoming strangers. What was once sweet talk and scenes, what were once solemn vows, all become like a blank sheet of paper, torn into pieces and scattered in a gray sky by a shower of heartbreak. How then can we talk about healing wounds or rebuilding love?
Love is not a game, nor is it a TV drama where one acts freely while another takes center stage. No one can afford to play around, and no one can act it out convincingly.
Love requires honesty. Honest love is like a broad road, only by being grounded can one walk far; love requires understanding. Understanding makes love like the world after rain, washing away dust and dirt to reveal freshness and brightness; love requires responsibility. Responsible love is like wings, only by working together can one soar across the ocean of love to find a warm home.
If you want to win love, honesty is the pass to the wedding hall.
If honest, love will not cry.