Seventeen, love you like Plato

The rain in early winter is full of sadness and coldness.

The cold war with Shuangshuang for several days made me feel like a psychopath, coming and going in the aisle for a while, trying to find her, and deliberately avoiding her, so I competed with my own will and desire to see her in this contradictory thought.

She finally came to me, as if nothing had happened. When she sat in front of me and looked at me with her big spiritual eyes, my heart seemed to have melted, but I still pretended to read a book and said to myself, ignore him, but I was so eager to chat with her and quarrel with her... It's like a person who wants to quit opium. It's so uncomfortable to see opium. I hope she will leave immediately, but I'm so afraid that she will get up...

"Hey, stingy, why haven't you been paying attention to me these days?" He blinked his eyes at me, and his eyelids opened and closed, flapping like the wings of a butterfly.

When her elegant voice floated into my soul like the enchanting ** of the magic flute, I knew that I might not be able to escape her in my life. God, is this fate? Why don't you help me, but you have to test me again and again? You have always known that I am a weak and unresolute person, and you also know how determined I have made to persuade myself to give up her, give up those happy eyes, and give up the elegant and beautiful long hair... Hey!

At this moment of the battle between heaven and man, my panic was not what the frost who was sitting opposite me could know. I even doubted whether I was sinking, sinking into the emotions woven with thoughts, and sinking into her smile. Only then did I know that there is really no shortcut to emotion, let alone the principle of balance of income and expenditure. Whether it is clear or secretly love, I can't help myself. The only thing I can do is to hurt myself and hurt myself. The injured body is not completely skin, and the hurt is from thick to light, from light to nothing. It seems that he is soaking in the sea of love and tasting the unspeakable sadness. I lost myself in love, muddle-headed or turbid, and I feel that all I can do is to get drunk alone with my narrow mind.

I have made up my mind within a second. I can't escape the crazy persistence in my heart. It's better to love bravely than to miss her secretly here. It doesn't matter if she doesn't accept me. Isn't it luxurious to talk and laugh with her? I feel that my feelings for her are like a house on fire, spreading so terribly and so fast.

"Why don't you talk? You've been brainy in the past two days." She didn't know anything... Am I secretly in love? Or has it been upgraded to platonic spiritual love? Anyway, we made up again. From now on, we are not going to quarrel with her again. Just talk to her gently and look at her gently and elegantly...

Secret love...

You know nothing,

I can't sleep all night,

The struggle in the mind,

You repeat the honor of winning without fighting.

I want to get close and take your hand,

I'm afraid that your right to miss you will also run away,

I want to say "give up" casually,

After the pain, your image is still entangled with me.

How many nights do you have insomnia,

There are multiple pillow towels for you to get wet,

Go and come again like this,

Enjoy the happiness of being rubbed.

I never expect it to be permanent,

I never waved my sleeves when I was parting,

Only silently love you,

You are a fish that bites bait without hesitation,

Love is unreasonable.