Desperate for a love letter without the words I love you. Hurry, hurry!

I believe that the essence of love is the same.

The simplicity and tenderness of life.

I believe in all.

The reflection and sympathy of light and shadow.

I believe in a tree full of flowers.

The line is re-lined, and the king is separated. More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world.

Just a seed from the snow and ice.

I believe in three hundred psalms.

And that's it.

I couldn't say it when I was younger.

That word, I believe, is all ornamented in the heavens.

I also believe that if you are willing to be with me.

Let's go back together.

Above that distant and humble source.

Eventually, we will be clear to each other.

You still have a chance to say that I don't even have a chance to say it. Take advantage of it. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it.

xx: I've been very happy with you for a while, and I'm starting to realize that I'm gradually liking you, of course it doesn't matter if you like it or not, and I won't force you to make any promises to me, I just want to like you silently.

I was surprised and confused to hear that you had reconciled with your ex-boyfriend, how I was supposed to survive. Later, I figured it out, why do you want to pursue a result, I won't ask you anything again, I hope you are happy, I will go down silently behind you, and I will still be here when you look back.

I don't expect anything extravagant, I don't expect you to say that you like me, you want to be with me or something, as long as you treat me as a general friend, talk to me when you're happy, talk to me when you're unhappy, just like at the beginning, talk about each other's simple and interesting life.

You say, you're going to a far place.

Later, the sun shines just right.

I'm right next to you.

You say, the sky is blue in the north of the country.

I said, the land there is buried with stories of wind and dust.

Later, with dreams as horses, we went to the end of the world together.

On that day, there was a sound of pine waves.

You and I are speechless. Only the sky hears our confession.

One day, I was stupidly unhappy.

Just because of the test paper in hand.

Write your name.

At that time, there were flocks of white pigeons.

Peck at the fruit of my palm.

Standing behind me, let's be like you.

Now, separated from you.

Hopefully. One part, two wide, each rejoicing.

To give you a love letter from Marx to Yanni my dear:

I am writing to you again, because I am lonely, because I feel sad, and I often talk to you in my heart, but you do not know at all, you can neither hear nor me. My ** is not very bright. But it has been extremely useful to me.

You seem to be really in front of me, and I cherish you with all my heart, kissing you from top to bottom, kneeling before your eyes, sighing, and saying, "I love you, ma'am!" ”

Temporary separation is beneficial, because regular contact can appear monotonous, so that the differences between things disappear. Even the pagoda is not so tall in close proximity, and the trivial matters of daily life will swell excessively if they are close to each other. The same goes for passion.

Everyday habits manifest themselves in enthusiasm due to the fact that closeness attracts a person completely. As long as its immediate object disappears from view, it ceases to exist. The intimacy of a deep passion to its object will manifest itself as a daily habit, and under the magical influence of parting it will grow and regain its inherent power.

That's how my love is. As soon as we were separated by space, I immediately understood that time is to my love what sunshine and rain are to plants, making it grow. My love for you, as long as you stay away from me, will show its true face, like a giant.

In this love I have concentrated all my energy and all my feelings. Once again, I felt like a real person, because I felt a strong passion.

You'll smile, my dear, you'll ask. Why am I suddenly gushing like this? But if I could hold your gentle and pure heart to my own, I would be silent and silent.

I can't kiss you with my lips, I have to resort to words, words to convey kisses.

It is true that there are many women in the world, and some of them are very beautiful. But can I still find a face, every line of it, even every wrinkle, that evokes the strongest and fondest memories of my life?

This kind of thing, this is to start from the heart, what others write is false, and it can't move the other party