Can you tell the difference between liking, loving and possessive?

This question seems simple and easy to understand, but no one has ever given me a clear answer. Or rather, not a reply, but a paradox of inconsistencies between words and deeds. They talk love words to their lovers, but they don't protect each other in their hearts. Finally, after the party who gave too much endured the pain and left, they caressed the marks left by each other and sang about wine day and night.

On the ninth night this question bothered me, I needed to talk to someone urgently; My heart is choking my brain out of oxygen.

Perhaps in the adult world, there is no loneliest moment when you are about to crush yourself and not know who to talk to.

Liao Zhou glanced at me and said wildly: "It turns out that you are also a hypocritical white lotus." ”

I smile, I don't like you kid, please jump from the window immediately thank you.

Liao Zhou held his cheeks, his eyes were misty, and he said in a very contrived tone,

"Never try to see a person. Once you see it, you feel that the world is very scary. ”

.....Your grandmother has a leg, you are the most pretentious x, okay?!

This thing didn't care about my crazy roar inside, his eyes closed.

"I once lost it, and now I don't know who holds it."

I swallowed the melon seeds with a casual face: "Then you go to her, and you don't look for her, chatter here, and warn you to return to me the grass and mud horse that was kneaded in your hands before you go home." My mother said that Lei Gong specializes in splitting you for goods that build happiness on other people's pain. ”

He looked down and smiled, and the living room was dimly lit, making it impossible to see his expression.

It's like Liao Zhou's entire youth, he can't see the girl full of sunshine clearly.

There are many vigorous love in romance novels. The male protagonist and the female protagonist swear that the guy is called a man called Tiantian, and the earth is not spiritual, and Tang Seng learned a urine sex after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and finally the dog author couldn't resist the threat of innocent girls sending blades, and wrote a happy ending hastily.

But we are all ordinary people. We have never been, or will ever have, such amazing feelings. For ordinary people, quiet and indifferent, firewood, rice, oil and salt are the normal state of life.

I'm not afraid of my friends sending blades, so this is the story of six years between the most ordinary couples.

I don't know if there will always be people who suddenly disappear into your life while walking, even if you desperately try to find a little clue about the other person, but they are like the wind, blowing past and disappearing.

The gust of wind mixed with your breath, the scent of your laundry and the custom imprint you brought me.

That's all us. It is who we once were, who we are in the future, and who we are radiant and youthful.

Liao Zhou and the girl have been running for six years in love, and they have not lost to time, not to other places, and not to the pressure caused by the gap between their families. Liao Zhou has sketched the future of the girl in his heart countless times, and wants to be a partner with her for the rest of his life.

On the one hand, he took stock of everything for the girl, and on the other hand, he was very bad for her. When she was sad, Liao Zhou played games; When she needs help, Liao Zhou plays games; When Liao Zhou was about to go to a more distant place, he looked at the tears in the girl's eyes, and a trace of boredom rose in his heart.

He is even more unscrupulous, sleeping with other girls in a distance where the girl can't see or touch, and accepting all kinds of care and kindness from the girl.

Later, he and the girl broke up categorically.

He was invincible and killed, and I watched with rage as he drank at my house. Liao Zhou's face was swollen like a lump of water-filled pork belly, sobbing and hugging the table leg and not letting go: "I don't want to delay her anymore, I don't know if I really love her, I don't seem to have loved her before, but I feel very uncomfortable when she leaves." ”

I'm scared, if you want to be drunk, just play seriously, don't tear down my table, or do you want me to squat and eat?

He burst into tears and cried like a broken child.

Why did you go earlier?

Then why don't you go to her now?

You know that if you go to her, the girl will be 100% happy to be with you again, because the cries that make you impatient come from the injured party.

He said I don't want to go to her, I'm a scumbag and I haven't gotten an answer yet....

I remember that the silly girl called me in the early hours of the morning, crying and asking me if men like the new and hate the old, feeling that the other party does not love herself as much as before....

I asked Liao Zhou, are men all from liking to disliking, from fresh to tired?

He was silent for a long time.

"I don't know, but I did that. I'm so sorry for her. ”

Now people are so tolerant of their mistakes, and a word of sorry will write off six years of fetters and feelings.

This is the story of a scumbag, I don't need to whitewash Liao Zhou, otherwise I'm afraid that I will be poked into a hornet's nest by innocent girls.

I suddenly thought of the phrase: "I don't love women. Love has yet to be invented, and you know that women can't do anything. Just want to have a reliable position. As soon as the status is there, the heart and beauty will be put aside, and when they come up, they will let the amorous and sensitive barbarians swallow and peel them alive like a pile of dry wood.

I heard him regard shamelessness as glory and cruelty as beauty. There was no shame on his face. He didn't need anything but a bunch of souvenirs.