不痛 不痛

不痛 不痛 想他不痛。。
他的vanessa.. 他深深爱着她。 没有我的位子 没有我容身之处

不管了 不管了。。 爱不是我的 自要耐心寻找 耐心等待 对的人总会出现。 他是过客, 就让他走吧。 不要为他留恋。他不值! 爱我的人会出现的!

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据说,男孩子满足其中3点就很招女孩子喜欢:
1身上有特殊的味道;
2笑起来的样子会很好看;
3每晚会对我说一句温柔的晚安;
4不需要很聪明;
5能经常摸我的头发捏我的脸;
6把不开心的事情全部都告诉我;
7时而孩子气,时而成熟稳重;
8能为我创造出很多美好的回忆;
9拥抱很紧,但不会弄疼我。
10长的帅。

Airplane Love Letter

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I’m on the airplane now. It smells like grass, which is strange because they usually smell so sanitized, as if the flight attendants go through after the cabin has been filled up with people and spray it down with some scentless eliminator to rid it of that hot, personable smell.

The flight attendant is bleating instructions and my window is squeaking. I hope it’s not going to squeak the entire way back to Minneapolis. I’m looking out at the layout of the airport, so much like a set of veins and arteries, and if you don’t look over to where the city looms nearby, it could be anywhere. The landscape below you could be anywhere. It’s grids and blocks and streetlights and then it is countryside and water. New York turns into Chicago which turns into home.

We are going to take off soon and this love letter will…

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The End Of An Almost Lover

“But he was never mine.”

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I was never his girlfriend. He already had one of those, I found out later. So we never kissed. We spent countless hours talking into the point where night turns into morning, but we never spent the night together. We discussed the possibility of us – and what our future together might hold – too many times to count.

But he was never mine.

When it ended – abruptly and on his terms, of course – I didn’t know why it hurt so much. He wasn’t really an ex; we’d never so much as held hands. He wasn’t just a friend.

He was an almost lover. And almost lovers can hurt more than real ones.

At least with previous boyfriends, I could point to the past. Flaws. Fights. Memories, both good and bad. I had something concrete to hold onto. I had photos, old DVDs they’d lent me, “I love…

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他,就像笼罩在一团大雾中,他的…

他,就像笼罩在一团大雾中,他的客气友善,让每个人都以为他很好接近,可他用他的客气友善和每个人都恰到好处的保持了一不远也不近的距离。我努力着走向他,每当我以为自己成功时,他又总是轻易地把我推了回去。