I met Wu Bai shortly after I met her. A few months ago, she always played Wu Bai's songs with Tmall Elf. It turns out that she also likes Wu Bai very much.
I always remember ten days in Xi 'an-that was the season when we first met. The sound of orange leaves the sunset through the cracks in the curtains, and the noise of Chang 'an city flows faintly on the desk through the glass.
I will rub her hair by the bed, sit on her hips and massage her waist, hold her in my arms and chat ... Her chic attitude towards life, full pace of life and clear goal pursuit all show me her noble temperament like a goddess.
I like to touch the curve of her back, from narrow shoulders to concave waist, to upturned hips and long legs ... I seem to see works of art in my dream, as if enjoying a luxurious visual feast.
I like to watch her take off her work clothes and put on pink pajamas after work, and watch her long hair spread out on her smooth back, with lovely fiery and slightly drunk eyes.
From the beginning, we were as familiar with each other's bodies as lovers for many years. The vigor of youth turns into endless sweat in the bed, and the graceful and passionate voice plays such hot notes with rhythm. We enjoy each other's amazing tacit understanding of body, spirit and soul, and listen to each other's breathing at the peak.
At that moment, life becomes eternal.
I can't imagine a long-term relationship. I know her bad feelings. When I left Xi 'an, I fought back tears and made the last madness with her. The mint smell in her mouth slowly seeped into my heart. I hurried into the subway, but I couldn't help crying with infinite sadness.
When she returned to Beijing, we talked and shared like lovers. I watched her step into a new working atmosphere and pursue endless wealth in a fast-paced life. She will be happy for a long time because of a part-time income, and she will be in high spirits because of the skyrocketing stock market.
Maybe love is a poison that eat drink man woman can't quit. We unconsciously established a relationship and came together. She asked me for permanent companionship, but I was worried about the coldness after the passion. I am afraid of losing this rare tacit understanding, so that I hesitated at the beginning of love.
But she is like a blazing fire, which heats the temperature of love. We hope to see each other after work every day, wake up every day and have each other's company every weekend.
In the bedroom, the audio-visual images of Wu Bai's songs are emotional lubricants. Every time it rings, I miss the years when I met in Xi 'an.
She took me to watch the movie Upmaster, listened to American pop music, told me about Michael Jackson's grand concert, took me to eat Haidilao, went to a restaurant to save money, told me the wonderful story of Yongzheng Dynasty, recommended me to know about the workplace of surging waves, and told me about her hardships when studying abroad and her bitter experiences when traveling. ...
In the past six months, we have cooked together, watched movies together, visited parks together, rode bicycles together, and had moderate sex together ... We also collapsed in bed together, stayed at home together, and brushed videos together.
I will blame her for being careless, but I also like to see her as stupid as a child. We will dislike each other's farts, laugh at each other's ugliness in the morning, and quarrel about the details of life from time to time.
But she is a very easy-going girl. Many times, all she wants is an "I'm sorry". She will hit people when she is angry, but no matter how angry, she will not hesitate to hug me every time she sees me leave.
I like to see her full of childishness, and I also like to see her sloppy and lazy. I will reluctantly clean the room for her, and I will laugh wildly because of her stupid behavior.
In the dull days, love has changed from the initial passion to a long stream of water. Companionship and dependence have become a habit, but simplicity and simplicity make love consistent.
However, beauty is always short-lived.
We are still immersed in the satisfaction of traveling in Sanya, and winter in Beijing is coming. The wonderful water world of Atlantis, the waves of Wuzhizhou, the sea breeze of Tianya Village and the coastline of Coconut Island Promenade ... all brought our happiness to a climax.
Haze winds around the sky of the imperial city, and mixed snowflakes begin to bury joy.
After her illness, she smiled less and less, and her silly cuteness became less and less. She always longed for my company, but when she came back from the hospital, she hid in my arms and cried at night, telling me her fears and worries.
I don't know how to comfort her, but my heart hurts like a knife. I can only wipe away her tears a little and listen to her silently.
How I want to see her like before, full of endless laughter every day; As soon as she came in, I wanted to jump into bed in three steps and two steps. I want to enjoy the climax of sex at night and in the morning, just like before. How I wish we could explore the beauty of life as happily as before.
The stress of illness made her more depressed, and their lives were less joyful. From time to time, she would lie on my chest and ask me what I would do if she left. I can feel the heavy fear and anxiety in her heart-she is such a person who attaches great importance to health and is so sensitive and delicate, and the fear of expanding the disease is slowly eroding her spirit.
I looked at her almost depressed in those days and felt that everything in life was gray. But I always tell her a positive and optimistic future and take her for a run at night.
Fortunately, her condition gradually improved and her confidence in the future gradually ignited. She was in good health before we parted. I think I should stop worrying about her.
From the beginning, I have always had a faint uneasiness about our feelings. Even if I felt her deeper and deeper love, I could not alleviate my fears and worries.
Finally, she told her parents about us, and her parents objected as I expected. We all know in our hearts that this relationship is doomed to have no result.
From refusing to accepting to actively participating in the blind date planned by her parents, it seems that I should accept all this. After all, we will break up if we hesitate again. She just needs the temporary company I gave her before the next relationship.
But every time I see her make-up carefully before a blind date, my heart breaks like a lung when she doesn't come back for a long time on a date at night. I can't bear to part with it, so I can only say to her with a smile: Let's go.
But in the last days, love is both precious and deep, infinitely sad and heavy. I always recall the passion when I met in Xi 'an, and the daily necessities of the first six months. When the temperature of this love finally filled my heart, the cold reality told us the last indifferent answer.
During her blind date, she said that she still really loved me. I think I should believe it.
Her kindness to me is like a trickle in the desert, enriching my emotions, ironing my emotions, changing my thoughts and reconciling my lust. With her, my life is more hopeful, more rhythmic, more planned, more targeted, happier and more quality.
I will complain about this reality, but I am full of infinite gratitude to her for her kindness to me. I will regret the ending of this relationship, but I have deep trust in each other's love
I will remember every meal she cooked for me, and I will remember her giggling while watching movies; I will remember her hitting my leg after every exercise, and I will remember her meticulous care for me. I will remember the places she walked with me and the delicious food she ate. I will keep every gift she gave me and every photo she took.
I know that she belongs to someone else today, and I also know that this short love will eventually become a memory. However, the original profundity and sincerity turned into a flood of sadness and helplessness, which surged in my mind every night.
How deep the original love was, how deep the pain was after the breakup. But at the moment, she is addicted to a new relationship and has long been unable to understand the taste of breaking up.
Grateful, loving, complaining, blaming-contradictory emotions are entangled in my heart. When we met, I never thought this feeling would be so deep. I often wonder if this wrong feeling would bring so much sadness if we had separated decisively.
But there is no if in life, only tomorrow. I don't regret it, because in this relationship, I really loved and really loved.
But how can I forget her kindness to me, how can I forget this memory, and how can I let go of my complicated love-hate relationship?
I never dare to listen to Wu Bai's voice again, nor dare I play one last dance's melody again, because I am afraid to wake up the memory that I never slept.