What is love? Got a feeling? Does love have feelings? What does it feel like?

Have a deep understanding of love? You think about it, huh? Do you really understand?

You treat feelings like a commodity. You won't experience the thrill of seeing your lover for the first time; You can't experience the sweetness of happiness with your lover at all; You can't feel the heartbreak of losing your lover at all, and you won't be able to experience all the feelings that need to be given sincerely. The girl who makes you feel guilty and moves you, maybe you are moved by her persistence, if you feel that she has a good character, kindness, gentleness, and other things that you think girls should have, she has a majority, then, if you can, pursue her.

Tears exist to prove that grief is not an illusion. When the two love each other, they crave infinitely sweet kisses, but why do they use their kissing mouths to hurt each other when they quarrel. Love is like taking a taxi.

First, unlike buses, which will automatically come to you just by waiting, and you need to wave to it before stopping; Second, if you're running into an empty car, you're lucky, but often there's already someone on board. At this time, you can only hitchhike, and only after the passengers who arrive first get off the bus, can you go where you want to go; Thirdly, there is a price to pay for the distance traveled. When you think that you are abandoned, it is actually the other person who suffers; Because he's lost someone he really likes, and you're just one less person who doesn't love you.

There is always time and opportunity for what needs to be done, and there is always an excuse for what not to do. What makes people unable to extricate themselves is that in addition to teeth, there is love. Do you think the most sour feeling is jealousy?

No, the most sour feeling is that it is not your turn to be jealous at all. When you can be proud, be proud. One day, when you fall in love with someone, you may not be able to be proud.

Pets and love are two different things, pets can communicate, while love cannot. Happiness is like a button that falls under the sofa--- you concentrate on looking for it, you can't find it, and when you forget it, it rolls out on its own. Happiness is like perfume, when you sprinkle it on others, you will also get a little bit of it yourself.

When you step on a violet with one foot, it leaves the fragrance on your foot--- which is called tolerance. There are four questions in the Life Test: Academics.

Undertaking. Marriage. Family.

A high average score is required to pass, so don't spend too much time and energy on any one question. Tiny happiness is all around us, and easy satisfaction is heaven. Only by looking backwards can we understand life; But to live well, you have to look forward.

There is no emotion in the world that does not hurt, more or less, big or small, it will leave a scar on your soul. The joy of affection at the cost of scars, and the joy of feelings as the reward of scars. No one is tired of drinking water because of the blandness of water, and no one is discarded by the blandness of life.

The beginning of love may be friendship, it may be exploitation, it may be deception, it may be need or loneliness, it may even be revenge, but what does it matter? As long as it turns out to be love.

Love is a very delicate feeling....

Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns. If you can't see it, you think, if she ignores you, you will think badly. I just want to be tired of being with her every day.

Of course love has feelings, and if you like him, you will want to see him very much, and you will want to see him for a day. You will want to get to know him, care about him, do everything for him, and be there for him!

The feeling of love is to care for each other and miss each other. Want to know what the other person is doing all the time? Do?

Whether to return or miss each other as much as you do, I can't wait for a minute not to be separated, at night, in loneliness, when I am alone, in my dreams, there is always the other party everywhere in my brain, waving to the end. It is a kind of getting along with each other day and night, from the beginning of the morning to the setting sun, from the west mountain to the setting of the moon, leaning on each other, watching the spring flowers and autumn moon. The summer breeze is cool at the beginning, carrying plum blossoms and snow, smiling warblers, and the heart is as sweet as honey.

Love has a feeling! It's sweet, it's bitter, it's joyful and it's painful. It is warm and cold, cherished, trampled, missed and forgotten, and you have to taste the taste of your own pears!