what the hell is the love?someone get crazy about it,someone cries over and over again for it,someone even sacrifices its life.
when there’s no love,I always madly look forward to it,always thought falling in love with someone and then leaving with lots of pain,it would be a necessary and impartant experiance,the impartant is I ever was in love.every time,when I saw ppl around me got hurt badly by the love,I often looked down upon them,always thought they were not tough,it’s not worth it,just let them know let by bygones be bygones,I thought it wouldn’t be that hard,at least,I thought I would be tough enough.And then friends always thought I was tough,I was a very sane person.
when I am older and older,I am alone in a city,struggling for my carrer,suddenly,I found my room was so empty,I was no longer satisfied with having fun being alone,so then something happened.
friends always said I was so kind that I would get hurt.but I believe kindness is the best virtue of human-being,and I believed I could have infleunce on someone else.
the first relationship came soon,went easily.afterwards,I found it’s not really a relationship,the other one just loved my body,just like a butterfly falling love with a flower,it always stops on one flower for a while,and then leaves. but the flower stupidly waits for its return.day after day,the flower fades. I was just like the flower,eventually,I had a dry eyes and broken heart.
I finally sensed what’s the hurt of love.and I thought I would be tough and take it easily.
But love is just that weird stuff,I fell in love with someone else again,when I was working,walking,eating,my brain is just racing for that one,I tried not to get hurt,but things goes out of my control.
What can I do? maybe just relax.