As the saying goes: "Love is a kind of sweet torture", it is indeed true. This is such an apt description. It is not that I miss you because I am lonely, but that I am lonely because I miss you. So every day and night when I miss you, the tears of missing me always fall down. It is not sadness or loss, but the longing is deep in my bones and has nowhere to put it.
So when I miss you silently, I always have the habit of writing my thoughts into tender poems, sending them into notes, folding them into boats, embroidering them into scrolls, and then putting them into the long river of time, anything. I believe it will always float in front of you, just waiting for you to look back and collect my sincere love.
Missing you is a kind of sweet sadness. I know this, but I am used to thinking of you, used to remembering you, used to writing to seal my heart, not to captivate the country, nor to captivate the city, but I hope that I will devote all the world to just you. Zhang Ailing once said: "When I hear some things that are obviously irrelevant, I will think of you several times in my heart."
I think, this is love. Because of love, I miss you, and because I miss you, I love you deeply and deeply!
