What is the biggest price ever paid for being amorous?

When I was in junior high school, I first found out that my best friend and I liked the same boy, and it has been a long time since I cried because of a person, and I missed this, so I thought about the future, but I like to be amorous, because I just don't dare to pay, afraid of being hurt, afraid of taking the initiative, afraid of being laughed at.

The biggest price I have ever paid is that I have been guessing and thinking. Let yourself be nervous every day. Or it's not yourself. Now that I understand it, I feel good to be able to do it myself. But it's still hard to look back on.

I like a boy, I think about him every day, and often ask him out to play, buy him things, I always think he should be moved by me, but I didn't expect him to change at all after a semester, and my final exams are basically all hanging, I feel like I've done it myself.

I had a crush on a boy, and for some reason, I didn't have so much contact with him, but I always had it in my heart. What's that. It's a little self-righteous, thinking that something can happen to the two of us, and then that's the beginning of the result. Later, his girlfriend just told me to stay away from him.

Because most of my colleagues know about my self-inflicted feelings, every time I talk about it, they will talk to me next to me. It made me a laughing stock in the chats and conversations between my colleagues.

I liked a guy for a long time, and I had a very good relationship with him at that time, and I thought he would like me too, but my confession to him was rejected, and my classmates often joked about it afterwards.

I finally know that the price of self-inflicted affection is a hungry stomach for a day! Thankfully, though, she finally got home. So I'm relieved. She said that I was sad and sad, so I didn't eat and ran to her house to comfort her.

The price of self-affection is to be arbitrarily humiliated, rejected by someone who doesn't like me and is still ambiguous with me, and becomes a joke for others.

Nothing to do, self-inflicted, self-inflicted, self-indulgent, just like me, she doesn't like me, and I am self-inflicted. I'll never get her liking.

I was with my ex-girlfriend and I always thought she liked me, I never doubted it until my friend sent her ** with another guy and I didn't know it was me who was amorous, and finally I proposed to break up, I was in pain and she didn't have anything.