Love is not all romantic love stories, but heart abuse can make people abuse their hearts. The following is what I arranged for you, I hope it will be useful to you!

Approximately 1

Unfortunately, I fell in love with a married woman. Fortunately, she appears in front of my eyes almost every day. Sadly, her husband will also appear with her. Whenever they appear together, my eyes don't know where to look, and my heart begins to be agitated and become uncharacteristic. At this moment, I just want to escape immediately. But I don't even have the right to escape. I must endure watching and listening. Every picture and every sentence will make me suffer for a long time. I can't stand the woman I love appearing in front of me and leaving with others every day. They can walk in the sun at any time, and I can only hide in the dark corner to remember. I understand that I have no choice but to accept all this. If I really love you, who can stand it? Although she once told me that she would always think of me in her heart, it could not resist the pain brought to her by the picture of them together.

I thought about giving up. Giving up seems to be deceiving myself, because she will appear in front of me every day, disturbing my mind and teasing my love. How to stop love with a simple breakup? I don't know how I got into this complicated love relationship, and I don't know that there will be such love. I used to be very firm about love. If I love, I will stay. If I don't love, I will leave completely. But I don't know how to stay this time.

I also want to turn this love into a blessing love, bless them and wish her happiness forever. But the result of my efforts made me understand more. I think her happiness can only be given by me, and my love for her is becoming more and more selfish!

I love her! I am willing to bear it, even if my love is overwhelmed by this heart-wrenching pain, because I promised her.

I want to ask who has experienced this, who has experienced this kind of love? So cruel and so strong!

About 2

Love is an eternal topic in this world, because with love, this world becomes full of vitality. Starting today, Uncle Jingshan will write a beautiful and sad love story for everyone every day, so that we can get spiritual comfort from beautiful love ... It was a winter night and it was snowing in the sky. Winter in Xi is always so beautiful. As usual, I sat alone in the library and wasted my time. Yes, that's right, alone. So, although there were a lot of girls in our campus at that time, a shy and timid boy like me would never meet a girl with a sweet breath in the beautiful campus at that time. Looking at the couple who kissed me next to me, I sat reading together and kissed from time to time. I knew I should sit in a quiet place next to me and read. So, I walked out of the library and took the book I was deeply intoxicated with to the snowy campus road. I thought that no one would disturb me reading outside the cold library, but there were still couples kissing on the campus lawn covered with a thick layer of snow. The cold winter can't stop love at all. The fire of love burns wantonly in the hearts of lovers, kissing like no one's watching, blending with nature, and the fire of passion of youth burns heartily. Please ignore that reason and let the fire of love burn.

I sat on the stool on the lawn with a smile, my fingers numb with cold, trembling and opening the book, reading with relish. Couples are talking about love passionately, and I read with relish. Besides, there is snow on the ground. The front door of the classroom is closed all day, because it is the weekend, so I can only come here to read.

Soon, a fragrance floated into my heart, a unique fragrance, from the unique fragrance of pure girls. Although the temperature in winter makes people feel depressed, the fragrance floating can penetrate the low temperature barrier. A girl came to my side, only three meters away from me, and she was about to pass by me. I looked down at my book shyly, and the girl stopped two meters away from me. She took out her mobile phone and made two phone calls. Her voice is sweet, and my mood is like spring breeze.

After hanging up the phone, the girl still didn't go away, as if waiting for someone. I stole a glance at the girl out of the corner of my eye. The girl is slim, with slender legs wearing tight black leggings, brown cotton snow boots, tassels on the upper, wavy hair and long black curls. From time to time, she stamped her feet and looked at the roadside. The fluff on the hat of the close-fitting white down jacket shook gently in the wind.

The girl looked at me unconsciously. I didn't have time to look back and directly touched the girl's eyes. Suddenly, my mind was filled with the feeling of * * *.

"Hi, classmate, can I sit here?"

The girl asked in a sweet and elegant voice.

I don't know who she is talking to.

"Hi, classmate, can I sit here?"

Now, I'm sure that girl is talking to me. I turned a little and still looked down at the book, ignoring the girl. Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed to my heart. Yes, the girl has sat down, right next to me, holding a stool. The girl looked at me with a smile. Perhaps, curiosity is an innate component of a girl.

"What book are you reading?" The girl asked me.

"Nothing, just a book that interests me."

"Oh, I'm waiting for someone here, my boyfriend." The girl's sweet smile.

You wait for your boyfriend here. You sit next to me. You have a great personality. I was speechless, so I simply said, "Hmm."

After that, I sat quietly with her and said nothing. After her boyfriend came over, she stood up happily to meet him and kissed him warmly. I know this feeling is a way for them to drive away the cold.

Two weeks later, I walked through a corner of the campus. Not far away, a girl sat there holding her knees and crying. I made a detour to the playground. The snow on the playground has not been completely eliminated, so I ran around the track of the playground alone. There are several couples kissing me in the middle of the playground, one of which I saw before, because I can't forget the girl's figure. Also, that wavy long curly hair.

Conclusion: Everyone is forgotten in the story, just like me and the girl in the story, everyone will be reappeared. Just like me and the girl in the story, people meet, know each other, sometimes pass by, and sometimes stay together, but in the long river of the universe, these encounters are inseparable and disappear in an instant, but one thing will never change, and that is love!

About 3

I come from a mountainous area. I like green plants, colorful flowers, clear streams, and a touch of earth. ...

Although my previous life was simple and hard, I felt that I lived in the sun every day and was as happy as a natural elf. I have thought in my heart countless times, how can I be so happy? At that time, I couldn't give this answer, and I didn't know that happiness was actually a state of dying when I felt cherished.

I like playing games with a large group of friends as I was a child. Getting along like this is the happiest and most unforgettable. So from the relationship with him from the next table to being placed as a pen pal, I think this is my relationship with him, but the form of getting along is slightly different. We don't play together, and we hardly have a chance to have a look. We just tell interesting things around us or our own views on certain things through letters.

Maybe we were the only girls in love at that time. When I was still immersed in this plain and precious way of getting along, he suddenly sent me a farewell letter. My world suddenly collapsed, and all the performances were so obvious that …

Since then, my world has never been so sunny, and I even think from time to time, why am I alive? Why am I still alive? Because I love the person I love, I can't commit suicide, but I will always pray that my desire to die will come soon.

I cherish myself, pay great attention to health, and then give up on myself. I secretly wipe my tears every night when I have time to calm down, not because of anything else, but because my feelings are so sincere, I have no reservations and invest too much, so that once my accustomed feelings are over, I feel miserable.

I have been wandering in a painful and uneasy predicament. In society, I admit that I am a weak person and I can't live alone. I was eliminated in the process of survival of the fittest, both in ability and spirit. So compared with others, at this age of about twenty, I look forward to having a home and someone who loves me more than anyone else.

When I met him, I felt that he was the object of my imagination, gentle as a student, simple and lovely, honest and reliable, kind, ambitious and self-motivated, not rigid. We love each other so much, support each other and snuggle up to each other. I suddenly feel how lucky I am to meet such a nice person. In fact, when I think so, cracks begin to appear slowly. The contradiction is only because we have agreed to live with each other for a lifetime, but there is no form of recognition. This is really a bit for a mother who raised me for more than 20 years and personally sent her daughter out of the house to become a member of others' families.

Then, I met his ex-girlfriend, who was still heartbroken for me a moment ago, saying that she opened a "perfect" studio. He bought products to support her without any excuse. Although we didn't need the whole set of things we bought for the first time and it was overdue and wasted, they made an appointment for the second time. I have to believe that sometimes, a woman's sixth sense is quite effective. He wanted to go out for dinner at that time. I think something is wrong with him. I said, "Go! Are you inviting your ex-girlfriend's uncle to dinner? " He said, "Yes." Even so, I still think his ex-girlfriend must be here this time, so I subconsciously dressed myself neatly and appropriately. In fact, there is not much difference in peacetime. I just stepped on high heels that day, and my mentality was different. Confidence is one of the factors that make me look more attractive.

Sure enough, his ex-girlfriend is here, but her uncle is not! Besides, it surprised me. She didn't wear makeup this time and cut off her long black and flowing hair. The panel is tanned from running business, and she looks strong in sneakers and jeans. My appearance also made her shine. Her long flowing hair is half tied, and the panel looks white and thin, because she often stays at the company's home. Coupled with the right clothes and makeup, she couldn't help praising her ex-boyfriend: "Your girlfriend's image is very suitable for public relations, very beautiful!" I smiled gracefully in return, and noticed that my fiance's expression of missing his ex-girlfriend at first suddenly turned into a deep infatuation with me. I thought to myself: the original feelings are really as realistic as the legend! Anyway, his ex-girlfriend really disappeared from his world. Although my ex-girlfriend once called me on my cell phone to find him, I also asked them to talk, but it was not hot. At that time, for the first time, I felt that playing mistress could actually be elegant and wonderful! I actually enjoyed this process, hehe. ...

Our feelings have been tested by some small storms, family tests and personal emotional tests, but we are actually together at heart, and we have never left each other because of this.

Until, the appearance of another him magnified the problem of difficult communication and less communication between us. I like talking to him very much, because I feel that everything he says is like nourishment in my heart, nourishing my soul. I just want to talk to him every day. It never occurred to me that this is what people think of as emotional infidelity. Being stripped alive again, I can't breathe. This loss made me feel lonely and uneasy, but I finally escaped from this cruel situation. I am glad that I can come out, although I feel lonely and lost inside.

In retrospect, my attachment to this feeling was actually caused by being too afraid of losing and too cherished. Once again, I feel that the only way to keep quicksand, which is about to die, is to cherish it silently and hide it in my heart. Only in this way can we ensure that we will not fall into any impossible relationship and cause inner trauma.