Chapter 2 Section 2: Love is a confession

Let's walk through life holding hands, shall we? Because only in this way can I know my name, know my position, and discover my own existence with surprise.All stones are stones, indifferent and stubborn, only the one that has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon will have spirituality, and will have a joyful and joyful life. Let's walk through life holding hands, shall we? If I go to the market in my life, and my luggage is always empty, it is not because I have no wealth but because the wealth in my hands is too large. It is a piece of gold that cannot be cut, and I cannot use it to buy small pieces. I can only use it desperately to buy a soulful copy.Love me more so my bag will be full and heavy, okay?Let's walk through life holding hands, shall we?

Because life is so hasty, but if you are willing to stare at me in a daze, then I will be on the stage of acting. There will be a climax in the sound and light, and the curtain call will be calmly and gracefully amidst the applause.I had no right to ask you for more love, more passion.But you gave me this right yourself, you started to love me, and you gave me the handle, so I can be so presumptuous and willful to ask for more.Can you pour more alcohol into my bosom?Will you add more fuel to my fire?I am gluttonous, I am insatiable, I want the fragrance of flowers in the whole spring, the moonlight in the whole ocean, is that okay?

Friends, love is the purest emotion, but at the same time it is a kind of confession.Because no matter how deeply you love each other, if you don't confide in the other person in the most appropriate way, it will become a very painful unrequited love. Love is the spark produced by the collision of heart and heart; it is the result of heart and soul talking to each other. Friends, if the other party has really become an inseparable part of your life, then speak out boldly! The vitality of love lies in ignorance of love, in obscurity, in plausibility, in speculation, in jealousy, in heartbeat and shyness.When a person finishes reading the book of love, that is when he (she) bids farewell to love.