When you love someone, you can easily fall into wild thoughts. Gradually, they will become anxious, suspicious, and inexplicably sulk, sinking into their own imagination. Start blaming the other party for not saying the words that align with their own expectations and not doing the things they expect. Finally, you suddenly realize that the relationship between you has become completely different from before, as if he is getting further and further away from you.
When I was in college, there was a girl named Sisi in the dormitory who had a small argument with her boyfriend every three days and every two days. If we don't say goodbye a hundred times, there will always be double digits, but we have never really divided them.
We all laugh that the more we argue about their relationship, the better. But one day, as soon as Sisi pushed open the dormitory door, she fell into bed and began to cry loudly, her makeup making her look so miserable.
I asked her what was wrong.
She said: I went shopping with him today and saw a miniskirt and a dress. When asked which one to choose, he chose miniskirt without hesitation. At that time, I was very angry. If I wore such a short skirt, wouldn't other boys be jealous of him. I'm angry with him, he used to tease me. Now they are starting to dislike me, saying that when I started dating, I was good, gentle and lovely. Now I feel like a resentful woman all day, saying that I doubt whether he loves me or not every day. He is about to collapse and wants to part with me. Tell me to calm down
Sisi's words were still in my ear, and I couldn't help but think of my experience of dying. It was like a mix of big and small works, without bringing duplicate samples every day, so I lost my boyfriend.
At that time, it was a different place, and our relationship was relatively stable. Even if they are busy during the day, they will make a video call at night to talk about the wonderful things of the day, and often, a conversation lasts for hours.
But when there's no phone contact, I'm just one person. I saw that the girls around me had boyfriends accompanying them to the library, fetching water, and eating together. And for me, there's nothing.
In an instant, I felt so sad. It seems that in the world, I am the most miserable one. Returning to the dormitory, I called him but no one answered. I couldn't bear it anymore and hung up the phone, crying loudly.
Crying and falling asleep, I woke up to see a text message and a series of missed calls that he said was inconvenient to answer during class just now. I feel as if I am stuck by a stone, unable to breathe.
Watching the incoming call on my phone screen turn on and off, I feel like a wooden chicken. At that time, he must have been very anxious. In the end, this absurd matter ended with him contacting me with his dormitory classmates.
Now, when I think about it, I have never thought for him from his perspective, and whenever there is any discomfort, I treat him as a vent. Willful, without reason, the result is also imaginable.
Once, it was my birthday approaching. He told me early on that he would come to school to celebrate my birthday with me on my birthday.
In fact, my heart had already burst into laughter, but for no reason, I started to speak out again.
I said it's quite far from Shanghai to Nanchang, and birthdays come every year, so there's no need to make such a fuss. Although I thought it was best to fly right in front of me, I really miss you.
He repeatedly confirmed with me, but I insisted that it was too troublesome and unnecessary. I was waiting in my heart for a surprise when he suddenly appeared on my birthday. Soon, my birthday arrived and I signed for a beautifully packaged bouquet of roses from the courier. 99.
The girls in the dormitory all think I'm so happy, but what about me. He called me and asked if I liked flowers, but I said that sending flowers or something was already outdated and tacky.
A good birthday was left behind by me. My good boyfriend was made to run away.
When we are together, we always try our best to do everything we can. It's like a surveillance person, always finding fault when he makes a small mistake. Gradually, both of them felt exhausted and their relationship could only end without any problems.
We always do this, finally meeting someone who loves us, but repeatedly verifying them due to doubt and suspicion. And by the time he got the result he wanted, he had already left. When he leaves, he won't do it anymore, why bother?