What does it feel like to have someone you like to invite you to dinner with your partner and talk a

It will be very heart-wrenching, I can't see that picture, I shouldn't go to dinner, because my heart is really hurt, after all, it is someone else who is with the person I love, not myself.

That kind of pain can only be experienced by those who are in it, although it has never been had, but it is like a mirage, although it is far away, but at least there is a beautiful fantasy existing, and this beautiful fantasy will at least make the heart have a beautiful hope. But when that hope is snuffed out, the pain can make you feel bad. However, what does not belong to you is not your own after all.

In this case, it is necessary to pay attention to the self-psychological adjustment. For example, go out for a walk, talk to a friend, or go on a trip to forget the pain for a while, or start a relationship and let yourself forget. In short, only by taking the initiative to work hard can you get out of this pain. ‍‍

It's uncomfortable, it's very uncomfortable! This kind of dinner, it is enough to go once, and the reason why I go is to remind myself that I will always remember this picture and break my thoughts. Otherwise, if you don't hit the south wall, you generally won't want to turn back.

I'm glad that the person I like didn't bring someone to meet me, but hearing him say it in person has the same effect. Don't cling to people who don't belong to you, it's yourself who is uncomfortable, and you will forget it when you stay away from it. ‍‍

That feeling, how to say, the farthest distance in the world is when I am in front of you but you don't know that I love you, and the most painful experience is that you actually bring the person you like to eat with me.

There was a feeling of sudden realization, it turned out that he had a partner, but fortunately he didn't confess to him, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

The feeling of heartbreak, and pretending to be very indifferent to answer him.

I instantly felt like a light bulb, and my heart was hit by 10,000 points, and I couldn't eat it.

It's a feeling of being provoked, are you really bullying me for doing this?

I was hit by a huge blow, well, they were a good match, so I still quietly quit. ‍‍

I still have to laugh, I have to pretend that I don't care, and I have to call him a brother.

It must be in a bad mood, but I still have to eat this meal happily. Then think about whether you want to confess to him.