My friend of the opposite sex.

My best friend of the opposite sex, I think you may never see this letter. But my life experience tells me that many things I want to say, those strong and subtle feelings, if kept in my heart, will one day be too lazy to tell myself and I won't remember them.

And I am in such pain now, I decided to write to you silently in my heart. You can laugh proudly, because you won, and you made me decide to write, which shows that I am beginning to face up to my feelings. You know, I have always been willing to face myself.

My best friend of the opposite sex, I decided to call you that. Last night, I was in great pain because I couldn't foresee the future with you, but all the knowledge I learned and all the experiences I read couldn't help me clear my mind and get rid of the dilemma of missing you. I can't believe I started looking up constellation superstitions that I don't believe in. We already know each other's horoscopes, right? Some constellation analysis makes sense to me, and I think I am really crazy. Some analysis may not be suitable for us, and some are completely irrelevant, but I have seen the pain of many others. The painful experience is different, but the painful mood is the same. I feel that my pain is shared to some extent, just as you listen to my pain.

I'm not that blind. I choose reasons that are closer to the truth, or reasons that are easier to convince myself. In fact, as long as I get rid of despair, I will instinctively look for a cure. Finally, I come to the conclusion that I think you like me a little, but you certainly don't like you as much as I do. I should be able to accept this fact. Don't worry, I'm strong. All I want is a proper result. What I hate most is that I am out of control. I don't know how long I have to wait, and I don't know what you think. In fact, I secretly have a hope that you can respond to me, but this hope just kills me.

I must have run ahead of you. Maybe you didn't come at all, but I was anxiously waiting for you in the distance. But if I know that you didn't come, although I will be sad, at least I don't have to wait for you. I can sit down and grieve slowly. You know I have no patience. I can't wait.

Twice you walked behind me and suddenly turned around. You stopped to sit far away and said nothing to me. Do you remember? Now I seem to see you sitting in the distance again. Although you seem easy-going on the surface, in fact, I know that once you make a decision, it is difficult to change it. Your decision is always arbitrary, but that doesn't hinder its legitimacy.

My best friend of the opposite sex, when I decided to give you such a position in my heart, I was suddenly enlightened. I feel that my heavy heart is beginning to pull away from my body quickly, and the pain is not so heartbreaking. This is not blindly trying to be brave. I really fell asleep with relief.

My best friend of the opposite sex, only by giving you such a position, I won't torture myself because of losing you. I think, in that case, I can have you for a lifetime at least. Love may die soon, marriage will go to the grave, and friends can be warm forever. I can look at you from a distance all my life, without worrying about hurting anything else, and without worrying that you will be taken away by anything else, whether it is time, space or people. As long as I am willing to keep such a harmless psychological distance, you will be happy, won't you?

My best friend of the opposite sex, if you ask me what kind of person you are, I think you are an erratic man. I imagine this sentence coming out of my mouth. If it is properly rendered, you will definitely laugh again.

Actually, when I first met you, I thought you were a little silly. Your tone on the phone is frivolous, and you seem too mature when you meet.

I don't think you have a strong sense of existence for at least a day and a half when I first met you. You are a gentleman and very clever. You took the initiative to take pictures of me and give your seat to the children, but none of these left much impression on me. My attention is on too many other things. After three days together, I have some subtle feelings about you, but that is only a preliminary grasp of a person's personality. We can sit alone for at least two hours, and I have no desire to talk to you.

Just being provoked by others, I accidentally talked about some emotional topics. Although I only used 30% of my attention at that time, I think it interested you. You seem to want to say something to me, but I just looked out the window and fell asleep slowly. In fact, maybe I will be more positive to you, but you know, I knew you had a girlfriend almost from the first moment I met you, and I wouldn't do such an unworthy thing. So I'm calm in front of you.

Strangely, there are always some intermittent coincidences between us. When I didn't know you, you hit it off with me in the email. The second time we met, we went out alone for our own reasons. At that time, I felt that you were just not so boring, and I had some confidence in dealing with you. That time, you knew for the first time that I was older than you, and I gave your girlfriend a lot of advice, sincerely. You said that I think it's good to go shopping with girls, and that I think the important thing in traveling is not the destination, but the companions. I found that you were easily amused by me and laughed so happily, so I became happy and played better and better.

Later, we often participated in group activities. I think from the third time we met, people began to make fun of us and said that we were suitable, but we didn't seem to have much resentment, just laughed it off. Everyone knows you have a girlfriend, but everyone seems to enjoy it. At that time, we didn't book a suitable hotel, so we had to sleep in a dormitory, but when I told you this helpless fact in frustration, you jokingly said, Great, we can share a room. My depression was instantly cured by you.

Maybe that's when I began to like seeing you.

The fourth time we met, I began to look forward to it. On the days when we don't meet, you will chat with me in the mail from time to time. We happened to have another chance to meet before the scheduled meeting time. If it was someone else, maybe I would be lazy, but because it was you, I invited and you agreed. I think I was wary, because I found that I was excited at the thought of meeting you. At that time, there were too many beautiful things. I wasn't sure how important you were in my perfect mood, and I always knew that some things were better not to be studied deliberately before they were clarified, or they would come true, so I thought, I didn't take it seriously at that time.

And you always let me attack me when I don't want to be serious. In Holland, you called me twice in the middle of the night and asked me out. Although I have a companion, it is obvious that you know me well. Coincidentally, the call came in when I was about to charge, that is to say, your name popped up automatically when I looked at my mobile phone, and the time between us was always in place. Before, we almost bought lovers' shoes because of the agreement. Considering that you have a girlfriend, I chose another pair, and then we accidentally bumped into a couple's shirt, which made me feel speechless.

I refused. Twenty minutes later, you called for the second time. I hesitated and agreed. However, in fact, although I am confused about your sudden enthusiasm, I am not stupid enough to think about what you really want. I'm just infected by your playful personality. You are the best playmate. The children just walked around happily and hurried back. You always brake properly when you keep others' appetite, which is puzzling.

After that, you have a new activity suggestion. I hadn't thought about it yet. You chickened out when I wanted to go. You said you were too tired. This is the first time I have taken the initiative to retreat. You let me down a little. We have a sense of distance again, so we don't pay much attention to you. But soon we met, and we met very close. You bought something for your girlfriend and joked about wishing me a good price. You explained the German movies you couldn't understand at night, because you saw them, and then you went back to your room early to sleep, feeling very shy.

I began to feel sad when I foresaw that we would not meet again for a long time. I finally got a chance to meet you at the last minute, and you refused. Of course, it was a group activity, and I can't say anything. After that, I had the cheek to ask you out once, but you declined.

I thought we might never see each other again. At that time, I was wondering whether to go to a distant place for your advice. Suddenly, you casually suggested that I and your friends go to a nearby place.

Because I don't know your friends, I got up the courage to go to the appointment. To some extent, I am not as extroverted as you see. It's really nice to meet you all. Your friends and I will expose your background and express our familiarity in front of everyone. Nominally, it is a group activity, but we have been alone for a long time, and this kind of getting along with each other has begun to approach the realm of no distractions. Both sides are unintentional and free, and this tacit understanding is warm and conscious from beginning to end.

This unexpected happiness has made me very satisfied and sad. This should be the last time we meet. However, on the train home together, we suddenly had a breakthrough long talk. You asked me what my ideal was, and I unconsciously said a lot of things that I had never said to others before. I probably scared you, but you said that I made you suddenly enlightened and prostrated, and you jokingly called me a life mentor. Actually, you don't know, and I'm surprised, because I didn't know I could express myself so naturally and so well. I'm even more surprised that I told you so easily Generally speaking, I am a complete pessimist, and you are a typical optimist. It's really strange that we can hit it off and talk and laugh.

Then you began to tell me two young and ignorant love stories. I am so happy with you that I almost want to reach out and hug you and tell you that you are so cute. But you didn't mention your current girlfriend, and I dare not ask. This is our restricted area.

I wanted to say something to you when we broke up. I expected something from you, but you left without saying anything. Our last moment was a little cold. I don't know if you are tired, but I have been distracted by sadness.

Before we left Germany, we never had a chance to meet again. I jokingly invited you to come and give you a farewell party, but you declined. But your occasional cleverness in email still makes me very happy.

On the last weekend before you returned to China, I was drunk and I sent you a message. You said you couldn't read Chinese, so I called you. On the phone, I told you how I broke the alcohol limit on that crazy night. You told me that you just broke the alcohol limit that night, and we actually crashed again, so we talked so high over drinks, and then said goodbye to each other and went to sleep. I woke up. I sent you a message saying I woke up. You said you weren't awake yet.

You don't know that after I woke up, I began to fall into endless depression. I realized for the first time that I like a living person so much. Although I can see his shortcomings rationally, I am willing to tolerate him unconditionally, even at the expense of sacrifice. I clearly know that this is not appreciation, curiosity or anything else. I also know that this has nothing to do with your identity, your age, your appearance or anything else. I can't avoid the fact that I like you. The terrible thing is that I don't like you at all. It's a pity that I was slow to heat, so when I realized it, I went too far.

I was delayed the night you returned home. I didn't want to take the initiative to contact you, but I finally couldn't help sending a message to ask you, so you called me. I joked, let me sing you a song. You laughed, but I didn't sing in the end. I really want to tell you that I want to have a cigarette when I finally leave, in fact, I want to commemorate this summer's mood. The signal is not very good. I didn't speak. In just ten minutes, I felt very uncomfortable, but I smiled so happily.

In the days when you left, I began to taste sad loneliness. You sent me a message at the airport, reported all kinds of war situations, and then there was no sound. I tried to cheer myself up and turn my attention to other things. Finally, I also returned to China.

As soon as the plane lands, turn on your mobile phone and your message will arrive. You asked me if I was back, which made my tired heart suddenly enlightened. But I can't answer you. The phone is out of service. After everything was ready at home, I hesitated and called you. You were glad to hear my report, and then I fell asleep. When you wake up, you ask me where I usually chat, and I tell you to find me around your neck.

When we first met many days later, you just greeted me with a smile and disappeared. I didn't realize how beautiful you were when you smiled. I know it's because I've made up my mind.

The second time you just said hello and left. However, at night, I don't know if I am thinking about you or looking at my collar. You suddenly sent me a private letter and asked about the photo. You asked for my phone number and said that I accidentally deleted it. We didn't talk much. You said you were busy and left, leaving me unprepared. It was sweet in the middle of the night and painful in the middle of the night.

That night was so cruel that I woke up depressed. I think I should calm down. In fact, maybe you don't like me at all. You are just an ordinary boy who looks a little silly at first glance. I convinced myself with romance.

You hit me at noon. You came to see me twice and took the initiative to invite me for coffee in the afternoon. I gave you a pack of cigarettes, as we agreed in advance. As a result, we didn't drink anything, but just sat there and talked for twenty minutes. I was nervous for twenty minutes, pretending to be happy, because I wanted to hide myself, but you didn't seem very happy. We all became a little absent-minded and ended the conversation hastily.

Only then did I know that you actually talked to me for 20 minutes, and there was no special destination. Based on our nominal relationship, it's a bit unnatural, but not too much. You are always good at turning all the embarrassment into nature, aren't you? And I still have legitimate reasons to come to you, but I don't want to simply come to you, because I want to leave more opportunities for myself and see more of you.

Then we've been missing and never saw each other again. I started to watch my mobile phone every day like obsessive-compulsive disorder, but you never looked for me online again. Rather than believe that you are struggling, I would rather believe that you really don't like me that much. In the days when we can't meet, I always think about what you are doing, maybe planning a wedding, maybe having dinner with my girlfriend, and every guess makes me extremely chilling. I have read each of your books carefully. I even looked for traces of your girlfriend in my message. I think I found it, but now I'm not sure. I watched her secretly, and there was no trace of you there.

I found that pain has become the main theme of my life. Every time I feel bad about myself, I begin to think that our future is fruitless, which makes me almost lose interest in life. I know there are many things between us, and it takes a lot of courage to surpass them. Even if I am so sure of my thoughts, I dare not make a move. Of course, I can comfort myself. Maybe you don't have the courage.

Many people say that you don't need to say that you like someone, because it's useless to say it if you can't feel such a strong heart. I am willing to believe in letting nature take its course, because I am sure that if we are so tacit, then at least you will not be ignorant, especially if you are sensitive. So you know that you don't want to, or you know that you don't care, or, I don't dare to have the final result, you know, and it's as painful as me. Anyway, I am willing to understand you. What kind of emotion is it from love to hate? I can't do it.

I think you are just a simple boy. You put me in a very appreciated position in your heart. Although you are sincere, you still have so many things of interest. You are too busy. I believe you will still fall asleep at night. Unicellular animals are good. If you are a little confused about me, I am also very grateful to you. This is not a false greeting, it is true. I thought I would never love someone. You made me understand that I would love, and you made me understand love, although I didn't have a chance to appreciate it. I got as much as I lost. This kind of experience is very valuable, especially when you are old and dying. Remember when I told you that the old man was dying? You said you would rather commit suicide then, and I said I would rather die than live. At that time, if I were conscious, I would think of you.

Besides, I can write these down, and you make me have aura again.

My best friend of the opposite sex, I used to have several friends of the opposite sex, but you are different from them, because they are real friends, and you make me very sad. By the way, you also make me very sweet.

All my anxiety comes from my own obstacles, not yours. Liking you has nothing to do with you.

I will always remember the summer of 20 12, you this summer and me this summer.

My best friend of the opposite sex, I am ready to face you with such a gesture, so if you meet me next time, don't make me sad again, otherwise I will be really mean to you, please.

I wish you progress in your study. Hope to adopt! If in doubt, please ask.

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