Those memories gradually faded in the passing years. When they became pale and blurred, fate arranged this brief encounter. People who thought they had forgotten are restored to memory; things they thought they could no longer remember are also emerging one by one; memories that were originally thought to have faded have become so clear...
Whoever remembered said that forgetting does not mean that the memory has really disappeared, but that you can't find it. Who said that there are only two kinds of feelings that are taken back: either sadness or happiness.
If a woman can be loved by such a man, how can she be said to be unhappy? But I will say without hesitation that this is not the happiness I want. I don’t want to marry a woman and lose my own personal space at home. I think I will definitely not regret it when I say this. People don’t know me very well and often say that I am a fan of the authorities. I think I have feelings for my wife because I am used to it. Sometimes habits are also a way of expressing love. The lack of personal space does not mean that the end of a relationship can be announced. There are thousands of emotions in my heart, "Heaven never grows old, love is hard to break, the heart is like a double mesh, with thousands of knots in it", "holding your son's hand and growing old harmoniously with him" is not a promise that every couple can make, a promise It is often easier said than done, but what a blessing it would be if you really do it.
Many times, we are always reluctant to mention or remember the past, but the reality is unforgettable and irresistible. Just like my thoughts that I couldn't control every night, I had no choice but to bury my head deeply in my arms when I was most helpless and let everything come to mind. Faced with everything that was gradually blurring in my memory, I thought I would forget it and escape, but I never thought that the instant changes would make everything clear again, even clearer than the experience. Sometimes, I will suddenly have an emotion called reluctance. I always feel that a lot of time just flows away from us like white water and has never been cherished.
Should people be strong or weak?
I still don’t have the courage to stay in my own world and lose a lot of the noisy excitement. But at least I can see myself clearly. Just like before this moment, when I lied to others, I always lied to myself. Sometimes it is not God who is playing tricks on us, but we ourselves who are playing tricks on ourselves!
Time slips away bit by bit; thoughts go up and down one after another; shake off the dust all over your body, splash particles under the sun, and see clearly another universe in the house, getting farther and farther away bit by bit Falling, I always look at the time quietly with an indifferent heart.
The passing years are like sand, slipping through the fingers and flying past the hems of trousers. Time is wasted by the breeze, youth is wasted by years, how much time in life is worth wasting? How much time do you have to waste? The dim moonlight fell all over the ground through the mottled branches, which was a sentiment that no one could pick up.
Forgot, let go...
Then, it’s clear to hit the road. To look forward to your own happiness...