When you are serious about a relationship, you will find it difficult to be attracted to someone else.

I don't want to spend time and I don't want to understand, it's like if you write an essay and you finish it but the teacher says you have scribbled and asks you to tear up the essay and rewrite it. Although, you remember the beginning and the content, but you don't bother to write it again.

Because an essay has already spent all your energy, it is just one end away, but it makes you start all over again.

The worst thing about a failed relationship is that it ruthlessly deprives you of the courage to love anyone again.

In the face of the next person, no matter how good the other party is, you have palpitations.

No one can have no story like a blank slate, the price of growing up is to lose what they were, and the end of love is denigration.

No matter how good he is, in the eyes of others, it is pressure, I know that men are very tired under the pressure of work, and I probably know the hardships of men, they can't live without a job, and they don't have so much time to fall in love with you if they lose their jobs to raise a baby.

It can only be said that women are emotional animals, and feelings are supreme. I don't know about others, at least the girls I met seem to be, my friends say that Pisces is in love, and feelings are supreme, and they have fulfilled it in me.

I also want to be like other men, just take the money back to the woman I love, whatever I want outside, but I really can't do it. Can't do it, the sunshine on the surface, the night of collapse, no one will tell or understand. It's true that I'm fragile inside, and on the surface people say I'm cheerful, but I know that's not the case.

The most sad thing is often not the chapters of the novel, but the people who read the comments below, and the book friends keep flipping through the comments under the novel, just to find the person who can tell the story for themselves!

Sometimes, we always shut ourselves in a room of sorrow, pain, loss, sadness, and no one to talk to.

Those stories have become deep scars in our hearts, and we don't know how to speak or who to tell. Time has made us grow, but it has also made us lose a lot. We used to do our best and give everything for one person, but in the end we had to bow our heads in front of reality. We used to think that love could transcend everything, but in the end we found ourselves too naïve.

We used to think that as long as we love each other, we can go on forever, but reality tells us that love is not everything.

It requires the joint efforts and persistence of two people. We used to think that if we put in, we would get something in return. But reality tells us that some things can't be changed with hard work.

The price of growth is to lose what you are. We are no longer the carefree children, but adults with stories to tell. On the road of growth, we are constantly losing, gaining, losing and gaining again. No matter what, we have to go on bravely. Because life always goes on, we can't allow ourselves to dwell on the grief of the past all the time. We must learn to let go of the past, cherish the present, and look forward to the future. We must learn to face reality, accept change, and be brave enough to pursue our dreams. No matter how you're doing now, don't forget the most poignant of days. Because they are the footprints of your growth and the most important wealth in your life.

Those who flip through the comments but don't comment may be the ones who are really lonely and lonely. And at this second, you happened to see my chapter, then at this second you belong to me.

I love you, book friends, may you all be greedy and not fat, may you all be lazy and not ugly, may your deep affection not be disappointed, and may you have a sincere person to accompany you for the rest of your life.

Wishing you all happiness, my book friends.