Secret love diary
Unrequited love diary article 1 "Seeing you again last night, you are still so beautiful. I was so nervous that I looked at you stupidly and said nothing. I long to be with you forever. When I woke up, I found that all this was just my dream. I told myself to calm down, but I can't miss you. My cowardice has begun to make me hate myself. Are you wary of me or am I not confident? But no one can stop me ... "
I didn't finish singing a song "Unrequited Love". Because of my secret love, I haven't told you. It is enough to know. I have never walked into your heart, and ended my loneliness for half a year in a blink of an eye. It's so far away, lovesickness is long, people are on their own, the world of mortals is rolling in, and their hearts are chaotic again. When I turned around, I thought you were a paradise on earth. Once I woke up, I was gray, but my thoughts were still there. Youth is so short and unrequited love is so long. Do we have to wait for decades before we can confess? I let time slip away like fireworks. I don't think about how far your world is from me. What I care about is your loneliness in the world of mortals. I can only let myself put myself down for love. .....
"The story ends here. No matter how curious you are, I have said everything I want to say, and the rest is a secret. On that day, there will be a certain melody circulating in a certain street, that is, I am singing a song gently. How much I love you. "
Lin refused all the blind dates arranged by his mother for him for the simple reason. It's raining heavily, and the door of the unit is crowded with people coming home from work. She walked into the forest, handed a flower umbrella and said, "It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold." She rushed out in the rain.
From that day on, Lin began to pay attention to her every move. Lin is in an office with her. They sat face to face. Lin likes her waterfall-like long hair hanging down to the table and concentrating on her work; Lin appreciates her silence in the seminar crowd, but once she opens her mouth, every sentence is as light as cucumber; Lin appreciates her excellent performance, but she never takes credit. Although she is not beautiful, she is gentle and graceful.
The opportunity finally came, and the unit sent Lin to travel with him. Lin planned all this along the way. When she went, the two men sat stiffly face to face, and she cared for him as much as a big sister. Lin thought that when he came back, he would hold her hand, touch her flowing black hair and tell her that he would accompany her for a lifetime and let her live the happiest life.
That day, they stayed in a hotel and suddenly felt the earth shaking. When she left the room, she just ran to her door and took Lin's hand and ran out. They stood in the street with the fleeing crowd. In the dim light, she looked at Lin's panicked face, patted Lin on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Lin, don't be afraid, it's okay."
This is just a false alarm. Half an hour later, the street was calm again. Lin and she also went back to their rooms, but Lin couldn't sleep. She came to her door. The light in her room was on and the door was not closed. I only heard her say intermittently on the phone: "Honey, there is an earthquake here again ... I'm so scared ... I miss you and ya ya." Lin was surprised to find that this woman, who had been as cool as a cucumber in front of him, was like an injured little girl, telling her grievances to her husband thousands of miles away.
Lin was really shocked at that moment. Lin remembers that she bravely took his hand and ran out, trying to comfort him with her inner fear. At that time, she took care of Lin as an ordinary colleague or younger brother, and only in front of her closest relatives did she publicly show her most vulnerable side.
Lin finally understood that a person's heart is just a narrow house, a house where only one person can dance. At the moment, Lin and she are just separated by a door, but there seems to be an insurmountable gap.
Unrequited love diary article 3 In high school, I liked a boy. It feels like blue and white porcelain, very much. I remember once, the teacher gave a lecture and showed the blue and white porcelain of Jay Chou. Then I went to the playground, where he played basketball with his classmates. The sky is blue and gray, and it feels like a misty rain. At that time, I seemed to like Past Lives written by a poet. Later, I will never forget that feeling. Therefore, what is buried in the blue and white is such a small moment. I just like it. I looked into my eyes like water for a second or two, but I forgot. Now even my looks are blurred. I remember his name. His name is in my poem. The last time I saw him was at the edge of the pear garden. I haven't seen him since. It only exists in my memory. I haven't seen him since. I just wrote a lot of unknown poems for him. Sometimes, I wonder who this is for. Finally, I found out that it was a song for myself. Every time, I will leave, and then, I will think of my original self, just like that, and forget it occasionally. Writing poetry is also a waste of time, remembering occasionally and forgetting occasionally. This is a story without a story.
I've always wanted to find it, but I've never dared to find it. When I found it, my purest dream in five years was over. When you are lonely and fail, think about yourself before and feel afraid of nothing. I still have a secret crush for so long. Although all the words written later are melodramatic, youth will never forget the past self. Some people feel funny after listening to my experience. However, this is my daily life. At a certain time, it will be deeply engraved in my heart. I don't like Jay Chou now, and I'm trying to forget my blue and white porcelain. I don't want to live in such pain anymore, and really live for myself. Write poems for simplicity. I like a lot of people, and I have said what I can and can't say. I also understand why I write poetry.
Now I seem to look down on everything. Maybe I understand that memory can only be memory. I don't even know whether I like him or myself in memory, so I slowly said what I hid in my heart. I said it again and again, afraid of being laughed at, afraid of someone seeing through a person's infatuation, hidden in poetry, hidden in blue and white porcelain for thousands of years. Now finally come out bravely, look at the world, look at colorful dreams, face the spring and be a happy person. When I have the opportunity to see him in the future, it is enough to send a poem.
I wonder what others will think after reading the inner monologue of such a secret admirer. Maybe, they don't care, just drift across a person slowly. However, now I don't have the courage, so I can only savor those painful and beautiful times slowly. I always take things very seriously. Any little thing will stir up waves in my heart. In those ups and downs, it is most important to learn to live a quiet life and be a quiet person. At the moment, I have nothing but memories of the past and the dead. However, they have always supported me up to now, telling me to live a happy life anyway and simply do what I like.
Later, I learned to refuse, to make myself happy, to hide my troubles, to write about my past, to enjoy my present life slowly, and to be an ordinary but happy person. Even though I didn't own the world, I used to keep it in my heart. Beginning and learning to forget is the best ending.
However, like a silent fish, I refused to leave the rain and the pond. Occasionally, I found that there is no water or sadness in this river, but the curved moon shines in my heart and is my shadow. I always refuse to leave, like fish and water, clinging to myself. Distant places, the bright moon in my hometown, the bright moon in senior three, the moonlight entering the water, the simplest place, the simplest acacia. Always, deja vu, and spent ... Also, there were many stories, many people, many good friends and many flowers in the past. ...
Looking for a past person through thin words and weak soul, I know I can't go back. If you can't go back, you can only be safe at this moment, so write poems for yourself and lyrics for others. As a sunny person, I heard many people's stories later. Later, I wrote something similar to a novel, and then I threw it away for some reason. I suspect it is anywhere. I wonder if anyone has seen it. The past is the past, and I am still a mortal. If this is a story, there is no plot, and the words are interpreted instantly. Don't believe the words you see, it will deceive people, but you will always be Do not forget your initiative mind, turn the screen into the key to open the city gate, open a city, and then forget it.
It is said that if a person has not secretly loved at the age of seventeen, it must be terrible in reality; If he is still secretly in love at the age of 30, he will be naive and ridiculous. Perhaps the most sincere, cleanest and saddest emotion in the world is unrequited love.
Secret love happened for no reason, and a simple infatuated heart was waiting quietly. Once this secret love seed takes root, many factors of the external environment will inevitably germinate. I can't control its exuberance. I think it must be a trick of life to secretly love this thing.
Pay attention to a person silently, expecting a love that may never come. I don't want the other party to know, and I don't want to announce it to the world. In the bright moonlight, you can see each other's looming figures, but you can't touch each other's fluttering clothes; Smell each other's faint smell, but don't snuggle up in each other's warm arms. What kind of emotional vicissitudes is this?
I once fell in love with a delicate girl. She is excellent, confident and healthy, and her gestures reveal the generosity of her youth. Sometimes it's too simple to like, so you fall in love with someone. But this joy is quietly hidden. I am too shy to express my feelings. Because unrequited love is a successful pantomime, it becomes a tragedy as soon as it is said. Just quietly expecting a miraculous meeting, the miracle never happened. In fact, most of the time, she will be there. Walking towards me from a distance, I feel inexplicably warm and my heart is pounding. I was nearby, so I was busy reaching out to say hello. Or nod to say hello, or just smile, and the tenderness in my heart overflows. Or comb your hair blankly, hum out-of-tune tunes and pretend to leave as if nothing has happened.
You never know how much you like someone unless you see her with someone else. Although I know the ending clearly, I still can't stop writing poems for her. Finally, I can't extricate myself from the whirlpool of unrequited love. Yes, there is a shadow in one's heart, and there is no room for others. Now, leaving this city, I suddenly realize that I must put an end to this emptiness.
As a result, these petals scattered in the long river of my youth have all come out of the water. Secret love has no enthusiasm, no circuitous, only its own quiet performance. Experience it for yourself.
Tagore said: "The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you."
That's true.
Unrequited love diary article 5 It rained on Tuesday, May 22nd.
Well, because of the rain today, I came to study in my class. Yu Ting told me that he lost a 598 yuan watch, which his grandfather gave him only yesterday. I can only say that he is unlucky and pretend not to care. I'll get a broom to clean it. Comrade Xiaoman's position is too unsightly. Xiaoqing is wet. It's strange that she obviously took an umbrella. Sitting in front of YY is a girl named Xiaoqing, and YY especially likes to flirt with her. Xiaoqing is outstanding, tall and slim, with long black hair fluttering, very beautiful and lovely. Xiaoqing: "Xixi, look, my feet are wet, but not wet." I looked carefully and smiled: "Your feet are wet." Comrade Xiaoman laughs crazily every day. I really don't know what he is laughing at. Hee hee hee, what's so funny? YY came, and sure enough, the first sentence was concerned about Xiaoqing: "Why are the clothes all wet?" Xiao Di washed her hair, and I smelled it. It is fragrant and unpleasant. Xiao Di is the girl sitting in front of me. She is a very nice girl with a good popularity. She is warm-hearted and generous. I like her very much. My stomach suddenly hurts. I think I should catch a cold. I didn't say much, so I put up with it. Nobody cares. I suddenly feel that Pang Hu is very close to me, very kind to me, and everything comes to me. Ask her why, just say, "Because we are friends." So, I went with her. Because ... we're friends. Friend, what a warm word. The surname Hu is very fat, positive and optimistic, and is the representative of English class. Have physics class. Sanshou is a physics teacher, chubby, very simple and honest, very simple, although sometimes nagging. He is the cutest teacher I think, especially when he laughs, especially … cute, and sometimes makes us laugh. I like Sanshou very much. Now every time I stand up, I will shout loudly, "Hello, teacher!" " "To show my respect for Sanshou. Sanshou calls our speech "buzzing" and always says, "Why is it buzzing again? YY used to be very impatient and rebellious: "Buzz every day, Buzz is your daughter. "I just smiled and said that he is still in a rebellious period, YY is undeniable. But once, Sanshou changed his mind and said we were like fleas. I wonder who put a sticker on Sanshou's shirt. YY threatened: "I was the only one who seemed to be able to publish it unnoticed, but I didn't." "I was speechless:" Cut ... "Xiao Di asked me to reach out and squeezed my hand. My name is pain. Hanako said I was calm, but the pain just didn't show. I thought to myself, this is called anger and invisibility. YY is abnormal sometimes. At this time, he was concerned about Xiaoqing's physiological period: "You have a bad temper recently, have you come?" Never mind, you can tell me. "I turned away, silently, shameless. Xiao Di called YY long legs, but I won't make any statement, because it's a fact. YY hasn't mentioned W in front of us recently, but I'm not sure if he really played down this feeling and put it down. After all, W told me before that YY was very cold to her when they just broke up. After all, YY's eyes were reddish that day, and she told me honestly and frankly: "I like her ... I like her very much." "Only this sentence, so affectionate, say forget forget, how can you forget? After all, his tone at that time was crushed sadness, which made me cry.
It is getting dark. During the recess of the third class of evening self-study, I went to the toilet and saw the halo around the moon. It was so beautiful that I couldn't help stopping to look at it for a while. YY looks beautiful with her eyes bent. In fact, YY is nothing special to me, but his most common behavior is exactly what I have never met, which I can understand as gentleness. It was not long before I fell in love with him. Perhaps, it's been a long time since he first tidied up my books, when he sent them to me, when I held his pillow and smelled the fragrance, when he smiled at me, when he started joking with me, when he was seriously ill and didn't come home ... During that time, I was really scared, afraid that he would never come back, afraid that I would never see him again in my life. I just wish I could meet him. I really want to watch him all the time. Just don't say anything Anyway, I want to see him. I want him to live a good life where my eyes can see, where my ears can hear and where my heart can feel, with his love and my sharing. Once I inadvertently confessed to him: "I like you from beginning to end, but not the future." From his eyes, I can see that his confusion, his resistance and his distress are clearly without a trace of affection for me. In him, maybe I am just an ordinary friend, or at worst, just a classmate and stranger who get along with each other day and night. How anxious and anxious I am, but if he is unhappy, I will pretend that nothing happened. I will say to him, "I don't like you, really." At that moment, I finally touched his hand, impulsive and sad. In fact, what I pursue is very simple. YY, your life, I only borrow one ride. But you haven't finished this journey yet. You've gone too far alone. I can talk to Kan Kan in front of others, and everything becomes cautious in front of him. I'm afraid, I'm afraid he will hate me, because I'm too bad, too bad.
There was a time when I boldly touched his hand and his head. I think he must hate me. He said I was fascinated. Well, isn't it? I also hope, YY, you can touch my head, can you take the initiative to hold my hand? ..... did not come true. Too far apart, too far apart. YY, the most unforgettable thing is the temperature of your palm. In winter, my hands used to be very cold, but yours are usually warm. The warmth is wrapped and embedded in the heart. Really, it warms my ugly cheeks. Also, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to force you to live next life. However, you must not take it seriously. Actually, I'm not qualified either. What can I say about my determination and pride? So, cancel it. Stuck in my heart, it just increases my sadness. May your life be safe. Xiaoman was slapped twice by old Joe. Why? Distracted in class or something. In chemistry class, the seat of shark's fin was occupied by the chemistry teacher. He was rushed to the front to be the "door god" and urged us to concentrate on our homework. Shark's fin is a handsome boy, but to tell the truth, he is really good-looking and has a good figure, at least much better than YY. At this time, shark fin looks very depressed and unwilling.
All six people are the same. Like a person, not because he is excellent, but because of a special feeling, which is temporary. If you want to have a secret love forever, it's very simple ... This feeling will always be like a lotus flower that can only be seen from a distance, attracting you forever and making you want to stay. ...
But unrequited love is very painful, and everyone passing by knows ... there is a passage that I think is worth mentioning:
I just want to forget you quietly, if I can't. I wish I could love you secretly, but you don't know. I hope my secret love is just a pantomime. From the beginning to the end, I was the only one from the audience to the actor. I don't want you to pity me, care about me and pity me. My life would be very simple without you. Now, because of you, it becomes heavy and private.
There are trees in the mountains and branches on them, but I love you. I don't know, but when you fell in love with me, my love stopped. I decided to take a curtain call, but you have just begun to perform. ...
If it is meaningful, unrequited love is really bitter, but the essence left is sweet, but unrequited love doesn't mean giving up dignity ... it doesn't mean being together every day like a puppy, it always misses you. It exists to fill your heart, not to torture you. ...
Love is like an altar of wine. The longer the time, the stronger the taste. People who can taste it will not waste their lives. ...