Is love in the heart or in bed

Through the gap in the traffic flow, I quietly watched him, 'The man who truly loves you will definitely hold your hand when crossing the road.' Looking at his face from a distance, it was like the smile of last night's lingering love, but now it seems so distant and blurry. Now I love him more in bed. So what about him, is it the same?

I love to eat grapes, so I call them grapes. I will throw beautiful curves to make the grape grains fall into my mouth with 100% accuracy, and then my eyes will laugh like tears from grapes.

Is love in the heart or in bed?

No one knows anyone, so Jin Zi is particularly reckless, but I fell in love with this cursed and somewhat despicable guy. He is such a domineering guy. He smiles like a villain, but he's not, so I always call him a "jerk". He never knows, fights until he knows, and then fights until he's unfamiliar. It's a cycle, but he walks very tired.

I thought I was very free and easy, I thought I could control it, I thought I could wave my hand without taking away a cloud. I just forgot, forgot that I was emotionally involved.

Perhaps the most beautiful time of love is in its embryonic state. In a game of chasing, I was laughing with pride, laughing happily, teasing, and enjoying watching his angry and gritting face after being teased, saying, "Bite you to death! Don't be indecent, and one day I'll annoy you like stinking dog poop!" I would laugh and burst into tears, but I believe that one day will come.

To love someone is to have no secrets in front of them. I have always believed that, so since the day he told me his private Q password, I have kept him in my heart. But love is a game for two people, and three people are a hurt. Just as he cares about me, I also mind his past.

If a woman is willing to give birth to a child for you, it means giving her whole life to this man. So I cannot, cannot harm a woman who is willing to give birth to BABY for him.

Give me a BABY! "He looked at me and said. I know that brave woman is not me. This is an ambiguous season, even the temperature difference is so lingering, is love also the same?

With a three hole facial mask towel on his face, he felt like a ghost. He woke up in the morning, went online, and made a cup of strong coffee. He simply lost sleep. Some people say that the life of love is three months. They waved their fingers and calculated, and their love for him happened to be three months, and they were finally sleeping.

He dodged left and flashed right nimbly across the road, and in the moment he looked back, there was already a flood of traffic. He was there, and I was here.

Through the gap in the traffic flow, I quietly watched him, 'The man who truly loves you will definitely hold your hand when crossing the road.' Looking at his face from a distance, it was like the smile of last night's lingering love, but now it seems so distant and blurry. Now I love him more in bed. So what about him, is it the same?

Unexpectedly, my heart hurts. I came to this unfamiliar place because I had him here. I thought my company would bring happiness to the golden sun. The distance of 600 miles is neither far nor close, but now I realize that when I exaggerate the distance of 600 miles, we are not getting closer because of it, and our hearts seem even more distant.

I don't know how to drink. I am a guy who once drank red wine and would fall to the ground in the wind. I feel heartbroken, deeper, and more confused. I won't let him know or see my sadness and sadness. Love is not forced or demanded. Tomorrow, I will leave.

You're drunk. "He hugged and gently kissed until they were soft and confused, frantically conquering each other, deeply yearning to carve this tacit feeling into the softest part of his heart. He loved so much that he didn't take anything, and loved so much that he couldn't give up blaming:" Grape, I love you, "he suddenly said. I have been laughing all along, with a hazy smile in my eyes. He rarely says love, and I think maybe he's also drunk. The thing that conquers a man's heart is never related to his body.

In the early morning, in his sleep, I left.

The city was in chaos and damp in the early morning. The rainstorm overnight made the city's traffic semi paralyzed. It took me a long time to catch a taxi, and I was happily transported around the world by my sister. I wanted to cry. There is a real feeling of being bullied by dogs when the tiger falls flat. I don't have a goal, and I can't find the signpost. I began to fear the unknown around me, too weak to take any steps.

The car was still flooded, I paid the fare, walked in the rain, repeatedly warned and revisited. I think I have a good memory, recording every bit of my life. So I think I won't forget all of this until the day I can forget it.

Surrounded by water, cars, and people, I felt even more lonely and lost in the noisy crowd, with a feeling of being thrown away. The speeding car roared recklessly, wetting me lightly, covered in mud and water, with tears on my face. Sitting on the roadside, I cried fiercely, and I wouldn't call him. From the moment I left the house, I decided to give up. I would rather lose myself than look for him again. I think since he can trust me to leave alone, there is no need to call him again. I started to get used to not having you before I had it. If, of course, it's just if, my world never had you, where would my heart be now?

Finally, I returned home. It was very dark, and the one who came to pick me up was the boyfriend I thought was as stiff as a chicken, who played chess with me and allowed me to repent and be lazy. Seeing me covered in mud and grime, his heartbroken eyes turned red. He held my hand in his palm and kept pounding it until his cold hand became hot. shed floods down one's cheeks. I have ignored this person's existence countless times, like mud on the bottom of my feet. When I throw it, I don't feel a little heartbroken. In front of him, I have been showing my willfulness and domineering behavior countless times, but it is this person who has been frantically searching for me in the past few days of my disappearance, hugging me tightly on the platform where the cold wind is blowing. "Don't run around, please." I cried even harder because I saw him cry.

Returning home, I turned on the machine and threw myself into the bathtub, immersed in the water until I couldn't breathe. The phone rings, it's gold. Looking at the number that had been etched into my memory, I kept watching it calling, calling, and tears began to spread bit by bit.! I'm very worried about you, I know you're angry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, "he said in a message. You're not wrong, it's my fault, I'm wrong. Then turn it off and go to sleep. Just, I'm crying, but I'm not crying. Because I just caught a cold, I shed tears. I didn't cry, I just shed tears. and that. Love has flown far away, with the seasons changing, saying goodbye to the face I once loved.

Love is actually a matter between two people, I understand. Love is in the heart, not in bed. Now is a society far away from love and close to ambiguity. There is still a way for men and women to go between love and non love, even for a long time, that is ambiguity. It's just that you're not my guidepost, nor will you become my goal. Without me in the world, you would have lived very well, and I think so would I.