The Buddha says, there are eight kinds of pains in the world, birth, oldness, illness, death, love but have to be leave, hate but have to be together, want but cannot get, forget but never forget. Some people, somethings, you will be lucky even you just meet them once. Moreover, meeting them itself is a present from buddha. In our whole life, The most difficlut thing is how to live without thinking too much, and just to be yourself. For most of us, when we do something or say something, we always care about others visions. When I was young, I ever naively believed that I would always love my lover even if I met the most awkward look of you, or I experienced the worst temperament of you. However, I forget, love will not always be on two sides. When you do not love me any more, the things I do for you will not move you either. So it is. The original feeling for loving a person turns out to be inferior. How silly I am!
How easy it is for loving someone, just chasing her/him. You must think I like speaking and I say too much. But, it is because of you who makes me like speaking. If I meet someone others whom I do not like, I will not say even one word. The most bitter novel I ever read is the log of our chatting. Many friends say, I am changing. But no one ask why. I have to say, loving you is a joke. I love you so humbly, I cannot cheat you, I want to be that kind of person whom you will love. I will always be happy if I can do something for you. I want to give you the most sincere feelings of mine. Because I love you. And because I love you, I will never get your love again.
I ever believe that if I love you totally, I will get your love back. Till now I understand, this is not true. When I can not help to send messages to you, when I can not help to reply your messages at once, each message I send contains my love to you. We can have many different ways to express our feelings to our lovers, but the good feelings are always come from the lovers who loves each other. Every time when I hear you meet some difficulties, every time when I hear you are sick, every time when I hear you have to go out for treating with courtesy, I always want to protect you. But when you just say I am OK. Just last night I suddenly realized, all the things I do were nonsense. The love feeling is just mine, not yours. Thats it.
Once, how I want to be with you again. Now, I realize time can not go back. We love, we miss, that is our destiny. Ten years later, twenty years later, it will always be destiny. We can not change it again.
The last word, please remember me, please remember I have loved you.