If love can be booked

What is love? This seems to be a topic that can never be exhausted. Everyone wants to ask and ponders, but the answers are never the same. So what is love? I want to know, too. About love? About you? About us?

When it comes to love, we always have many, many stories.

Every time I am touched by other people's love, but if someone really asks me what love is, I can't answer anything. Because I have never really loved, I don't know what love is like, is it to love foolishly like her or to be deeply loved by the one in my life?

Perhaps, before we get involved in the field of love, each of us can be called an expert in love, but is this true? When I was alone, I quietly and deeply asked myself, but I found that I knew nothing, at least, about love.

Love really takes time.

We have all thought about what it would be like to be in love, but before we meet the one in our life, is everything just an illusion?

When we are ignorant and waiting for him/her in our lives, no matter how far or how long, and spend time alone, do you also have doubts, where is he/she? What is he/she doing? Is he/she praying deeply like us, to meet him/her in the best years of life? Turn around? Look back?

Unconsciously, perhaps we have become familiar with such a kind of affirmation and acquiescence... We do not allow outsiders to enter our world, just as we do not want to step into other people’s cordon. We wait and guard silently. Is it for him (her)?

Perhaps, there is a kind of emotion that belongs exclusively to lovers...

Love is very delicate and delicate, and we are afraid that it will be broken if we are not careful. We need to manage it patiently, care sincerely, and wait quietly. Will it stay? Just for the throbbing at that time, the heartbeat that cannot be ignored...

I want a kind of affirmation, an affirmation that belongs to me. Even if no one supports me, as long as I have your firm gaze, I can move forward courageously. And finally, your appearance made me see something that is more firm than belief - love.

The original promise and the initial doubts have gradually disappeared, and slowly I firmly believe that you are the love I have been waiting for, and you are the one I have been waiting for in my life.

Your smile is so beautiful, like the warm sunshine in April, diluting the haze hidden deep in my heart. I want to keep this smile, faint and very warm.

My heart hurts when I miss you, because I love you so deeply.

In fact, we should not care about gains and losses. Because in the world of love, we no longer have each other, only deep attachment, which you have never taken away.

Just because of your appearance, I feel that I am alive; just because of your appearance, I hear the beating of my pulse; just because of your appearance, I know that my world is no longer the monotonous black and white; just because of your appearance, I know what my goal is; just because of your appearance, I finally understand what I have been persisting in for all these years; just because of your appearance, I have seen what heaven looks like.

I searched and searched, stopped and started, really afraid of missing your footsteps. But I really couldn't find the road you walked, I wanted to follow your footsteps and find our love. Looking back, I couldn't see you, when did I lose you?

Some people say that we only think about the appearance of being in love, but ignore that no matter how beautiful love is, it will wither. And I still haven't thought that one day you will disappear, as if you have never been there? In the blink of an eye, I lost everything. I can't find the trajectory of my established life. Without you, the world is suddenly so quiet. I can hear the sound of my own breathing. Foolishly, I can't go back to the starting point. Because my heart that loves you has never stopped, I still can't convince myself not to love you.

How can I stop loving you, snowflakes falling, icy...

It's just that your distant eyes let me see how embarrassed I am at this moment. I am just a woman who longs for love, but I still lost you and myself? Looking back, standing on tiptoe, looking up, searching, it turns out that some things really can't go back to the past, just like youth, years, time, and you.

I thought you loved me, but it turned out to be just my own assumption. Watching you leave, tears still flowed down my cheeks. Was it because you left too decisively or was it because I thought too much?

You said, if there is an afterlife, we pray not to see each other again. That way we won't love so obsessively and lose ourselves in love.

Some people say that love is the most beautiful scenery. Yes, love is beautiful because of its sincerity, and life is complete because of you.

Just for your tears, your smile is my most precious watercolor painting.

Just for love, just for you….

My love, have you made an appointment?