Let's have a good fight.

I can't remember what day it was during our cold war. I think I was lovelorn.

such a quiet and strange night hit me over and over again, my quilt and pillow spread to boundlessness, and I felt as if I had fallen into a deep sleep in an unfathomable dark curtain. I remember Huahua said to me that the most untouchable cold violence in feelings, no one's words, the speed of drawing a knife, and the lack of blood, in a flash, God has inserted the sharpest and coldest weapon into each other's heart.

Huahua has been in love with her boyfriend for half a year, stumbling and stumbling, the relationship drags from hot to warm, and at last, she slowly chills. The two men gradually fell silent and couldn't even talk to their new friends, but they could accurately extract as few words as possible from a lot of words they wanted to say. It seems to be a competition, with fewer and fewer words, and more calm and calm than others.

many friends asked Huahua, "did you break up?" "Why don't you guys come out to play together?"

did you break up? Huahua asked herself in her heart. No one broke up, only more and more embarrassing blank and suffocating indifference, even they do not know what went wrong.

Huahua told me that she envies couples who can have a big fight. My grievances are to be listened to and coaxed, and you feel innocent to talk to me and explain to me that all my emotions can be vented, just like deflating a huge balloon and finally turning it into a gentle and soft piece of rubber.

"We are all too incapable of quarreling, so everything is kept in our hearts, inflated like balloons, and finally blown to pieces."

expressing

I am not a good expressive person myself. Many times when I finish talking, I look back and think that it is not what I want to express at all, and I am very annoyed. So I am used to indifference as if indifference is my only weapon. The words I usually use to comfort myself are, "I don't have to explain those who understand me, and it's useless for those who don't understand me."

I remember one time when I was told right and wrong behind my back, I was so confident in other people's trust that I didn't even explain it. I thought it was cool and replied to all my friends who came to ask, "whatever you think it is." As a result, everyone thought that I was right and wrong in the mouth of others because they perfected a lot of details without adding any embellishments, making the whole story as brilliant as the novel.

then I explained the whole story to some of my best friends, and one of them said, "if you don't explain this, I almost believed that rumor." It's not that we don't believe you, but the colder you are, the less we know what's on your mind or what's going on. "

Slip into the elegant collection of casual mother of the bride dresses. Allow to be served with the coolest tastes available.

in the past, I thought that indifference could give both sides more time to think. I thought that as long as they didn't quarrel, they could turn into trivial matters, but I always forget that there are a lot of things that need to be said to make the other party understand. I would rather have a big fight and spread things out than the so-called cold war between two people.

I want to have a big fight with you and tell you all the grievances I have suffered. Every monster in my heart is clamoring to come out. They have been dormant in the bottom of my heart for so long that their limbs and torso begin to become numb and stiff. Friends say, I always explain for you, there are many turns in a sentence, just to tell them at the end that you are still a nice person.

I even help you find an excuse to run away, just like helping you pack everything and waiting for you to pick up your baggage and go away without any scruples. I am happy for you to leave without burden, and I also feel that I have a deep sense of righteousness. In the end, I don't even have the strength to take a step and want to stay. It turned out that I was moved by myself.

I thought silence was a compromise to you. I thought it was a mature attitude not to say anything. I thought I was still thinking that you are our tacit understanding. Thousands of words are blocked in the last second of your turn away, pouring out on the dyke of your heart.

No matter how I say I still love you, it only shows on the surface, no wonder you want to leave me. After so long, I know that even if it is a quarrel, it is also a kind of happy communication.

I don't say anything, you don't know anything,

you have wronged me, but you still want to pass the buck to my frustration.