Do not presume to love a person who does not love you at all

We always like a person who relies on their wishful thinking, like a moth to a flame, regardless of the gains and losses. But in the end, I often find that people don't care about you. I know better than anyone that all along, the kind of love that only wants to live in a self-woven dream and try its best to maintain is a fantasy. Then I woke up, I was not waiting for you, just waiting for myself to give up.

A quarter of an hour before work, my sister called me and asked me to have dinner with her tonight. Mentally, I was going to refuse, but the voice I heard always felt wrong. It should come down soon. When I left work, the wind suddenly blew outside and the sky was covered with dark clouds. It seemed like it would rain at any moment. Standing at the door, I hesitated and thought about leaving. When I reached the private room, I saw her sitting limply on a seat in the corner. As I approached, I realized I hadn't ordered anything. I just saw a glass of wine in my hand pouring into my mouth, my face was red and my eyes were lost. The brain was unchangeable at the time and had no idea what was happening.

Looking at her, my heart was blank. I tentatively asked: "The weather has changed, moody?"

When she heard that voice, she finally came back to her senses and noticed my presence. She pointed to the nearest seat, gestured to sit down, and slowly said, "There you are. Don't ask what's wrong, have a drink with me and then I'll tell you slowly."

I'm not good at comforting people. Getting her to stop drinking seemed impossible. I thought if they both got drunk, they might sleep out on the street tonight. Stay with her. In the depths of the wine, leaning on my shoulder and murmuring: Six years have passed and I am deeply immersed in loving him. Whenever I felt extremely sad, I secretly resolved never to see him again. But his turn was gentle. His previous decisions, whether made in green or in secret, will turn into smoke and rain, floating in the air, seeping into the soil, and disappearing. You say how cruel time is to describe our time together. Yesterday was full of joy and finally came a happy ending. He will leave me today. Give me a reason, just because of his relatives and my parents, who first pursued the dispute, a little misunderstanding.

As she said this, she choked up a few times, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sniffed her nose, and sighed a little: Ridiculous. What a ridiculous reason. The only reason is that he doesn't love me at all. I know that in this so-called love, you will not get anything by reducing yourself to dust and humbly loving him. Over the years, to be honest, we have never really been together, and I have rejected the suitors around me, many of whom have waited for me for four or five years. You say that all these years are nothing and you are afraid to talk to anyone about our relationship. You have done so, but you just don't like me. Stroking her head, thinking about saying something malicious, the exit became: It's not that the people you like don't like you, but that you want to like the people who don't like you.

Long curly hair, scattered casually on the shoulders, and a pair of bright black eyes, sometimes cold and sometimes gentle. What you see depends entirely on the depth of your relationship with her. Without makeup, her face is fresh and pretty. On top of that, her slim figure is enviable. Emotionally, there has been a gap. Although there are many suitors, and one suitor waited for her for four or five years, she has been unmoved. Once, I thought such a nice person would wait for her for four or five years before she started to understand, but she ignored her, so big heart. Or maybe her sexual orientation is not normal. Until today, I never knew that I had never been in love and never accepted anyone's love. The root cause is that she has someone in her heart.

So humble. This so-called love can be summed up in a quote from Zhou: The more mutual sympathy yesterday, the more painful the rift today and the sharper the sense of separation.

From the beginning to the end, I just listened to her and did not respond to a single word. Gradually, under the effect of alcohol, she became more and more confused, crying and dialing his phone: You are always so nonchalant to me, but can not do anything about it. At first, it was I who took the initiative and occasionally thought about it. When I finally disappeared in the distance of chasing you, one night your phone vibrates slightly, and you will think in a trance or a clear and familiar disturbance... Waiting for her to fall asleep, holding the phone to tell her never to disturb her again, but found that she was already very tired. To be honest, I think others are a bit irresponsible with this "boyfriend"

It was a long and painful night. I can't help but think that people are all the same. I spent my life loving the person I love but ignored whether the person I love also loves me. Time is relentless and will not be stopped or sped up by anyone until the sky grows white and the sisters finally wake up. This night also woke her up from her drunken dream. Waving goodbye, this love comes to an end. Don't presume to love someone who doesn't love you at all, and let those who wait for you to love you end up waiting for you in the forest of love.