Post Date December, 02 2023
Love meets you so late.
There are only two types of emotions in the world that can be called romantic: one is called mutual immersion, and the other is called forgetting in the world. What we need to do is strive to immerse ourselves in the world with the person we love the most, and forget about the world with the person we love the second.
Perhaps it's not that you haven't been touched, it's not impossible, it's just that it was meant to be, deep in love, shallow in fate. Who did you meet when you were most beautiful? Who is by your side when you deeply love someone? How much time has love given you, to meet and separate, to choose and regret.
If we appeared earlier, we might not have been closely related to each other, or if we met later, we would have gradually learned tolerance and understanding, kindness and compromise through our respective love experiences. Perhaps when we got together, we wouldn't have given up so easily, turned around willfully, and let go of love.
It is a rare fate to meet your lover among millions of people in the wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later. More often than not, we are just constantly missing each other, missing the spring of the willow flowers fluttering in the wind, and the autumn of the maple leaves rustling, until the sky is snowy and the time is no longer long. After each heartbreak and lament, we finally understand - even if sincere, even intimate, even if both of us are already deeply connected, our love still needs time to be fulfilled and tested.
There are too many restrictions and hidden taboos in this world, as well as too many unpredictable changes and involuntary separations. A turn around may have been missed for a lifetime, and it will take many years to fully understand all the struggles and efforts. It may not be worth a joke made by fate. God only blinked in the clouds, and all the endings have completely changed.
Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness.
Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness;
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh;
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a feeling of helplessness.
The petals of memories sweep over the lake of the heart, causing ripples. Love is not a thousand words, nor is it day and night. Love is every time you wake up in the middle of the night, realizing that your heart is still concerned about you from afar.
