I m a college student and like a boy in my class

The cause of the past life, the effect of the present life, for such a relationship, we need a normal mind

Don't forget it, and don't think about it

If he has a girlfriend and is sweet to each other; I suggest you give up decisively, junior, it is destined to be a tragedy.

If you want to forget him, you can try to have a new boyfriend, or calm your thoughts about him from the heart, after all, you said that what you like is only his appearance, not his whole person, then you can still be saved. o(╯□o

Like is not the same as love, like is only a partial love, love is indeed the overall attachment acceptance.

Hope you find happiness in the Year of the Dragon.

The love of visual kei is difficult to maintain, let alone last. It's a good thing since you've decided to forget about him. But the way you forget him is not to not think about him, but to take advantage of the holidays to go out and find something to do that will keep you busy to the point that you forget about time, such as part-time jobs and the like.

In his spare time, he also chats with colleagues and goes shopping. Friends are always a refuge for you to forget your troubles.

Then you put his ** everywhere, put it in a place that can be seen everywhere, for a long time, see enough, and there is nothing to attract, this is your heart darkroom, bask in the sun, you will find a lot of good scenery!!

Find a boyfriend, you're a sophomore.

Hehe, this can be forgotten after a while, and now it's just because you don't know him, and there's a sense of mystery, so you can try to get in touch with him a little more, maybe it's fine, and I've had this experience too.

I don't want to talk about him, I think about anything else.

Since he has a girlfriend, why don't you wish him happiness Girl, you have to find someone who loves you to be happy.

At that time, I chose to major in English, and I was the only one in the class of 30 girls, who was a boy.

At that time, I looked at a girl in the science and engineering class and shouted that there was no acre, which proved that my choice was right, because choice is greater than hard work.

At that time, I would eat with the girls in my class every day after school.

Every night, I have to decide who will have dinner with me the next day.

For someone like me who has difficulty making choices, it's hard to decide which girl to eat with every night.

So, I wrote their names on the little wooden signs.

When the choice difficulty hits, I flip it over.

Every day, I live this repetitive three-point-one-line life, dormitory-cafeteria-classroom.

Once, because I didn't eat with the girls in my class, I ate in the cafeteria with a girl outside the class.

Just now, I was seen by a girl in my class, she didn't say a word, rushed up, pointed at my nose, and scolded: Scumbag, there are 30 of them, and they came out to steal food.

After saying that, turn around and leave.

The next day, I made the headlines in the school newspaper:

A scumbag in the English department, because he snubbed his 30-year-old girlfriend, came out to steal food, and was arrested alive on the spot.

It's my cousin.

Later, I got married, and I didn't dare to invite any of the girls in my class.

As the saying goes, marriage is the grave of love.

If please, imagine that picture:

Thirty women walked past our door with a banner that read: We have forgiven you for stealing food, so bury it in peace.