The end of a relationship means that it can finally end with a lot of inner pain. Give up this relationship, give up this marriage and start a new life..
Put it down, I said to myself. Sometimes it's not that I don't care, but that my heart is too tired..
Sometimes I fantasize that I am in love with another person, where is the other person, deep in my heart, deep in my soul.
I like the words of a black female writer, "every butterfly was once the soul of a flower, dancing in the flowers was looking for its former self.". "This is a black female writer Ingrid Joan cocoa poetry anthology" Black Butterflies "in a passage. The poet, who suffered many hardships and died young, threw himself into the sea at the age of 32.. All her life, she has been searching for another self, for love, for freedom of thought.. In the pursuit of freedom at the same time, but also in the pursuit of love, such a woman is doomed to go on the road of love than ordinary people bumpy, hard. In the end, he could not bear the great mental pressure and threw himself into the sea to end his short and painful life..
Sometimes I really fear that I will become another such woman, so I pretend that I am in love with another person. The other person is in a corner of my heart. He looked at me and saw that I used to regard my feelings as the most precious rose. When giving it to others, he carefully removed the thorn, fearing to hurt others, but in the end he hurt himself..
Another oneself, he does not have other men's greed, he is a piece of beautiful jade, clear set free from vulgarity, gentle and elegant, he tolerates all your shortcomings, never to conquer women and play tricks. He is a sharp sword, just and fair, straight is straight, curved is curved, he hates evil, he loves truth. He is the A Perfect Man in my mind.
Now I have nothing in this world except my thoughts and my soul. I came to this world empty-handed. Now I walk in this world empty-handed. (责任编辑：admin)