We want poetry and distance

Perhaps everyone's heart has a poem and the distance, and I, for poetry and the distance of the attachment seems more heavy, there is a lover, a tested love, there are children, but not because of raising children and dilute the love, so you must see my desire for love and attachment. So like how the other party, probably have a lot of dream components, tall, handsome, ability and not bad, the conditions are not bad, the most important thing is that you love me, read here you probably also see my unrealistic, so always can not meet their own think of the good match, complaining that the sky is not satisfactory, fate is not beautiful. I may also be aware of their own paranoia, but always can not understand this should be confused life, why is confused life, probably confused life will be easy, always want to understand it, probably will eat a lot of pain.

Recently, I was born with a not small illness, which left a not small hidden danger in my reasonably smooth life, and the days of rushing about in order to live have become another experience in my life, I know at this moment that not all people are eager for love, not all people can expect happiness, their poetry and distance may just be no pain, can live well. Therefore, this life ah, I can't understand more and more, has been persistent love it is what it is, but see the color of the chase, or be favored by the bully, you and I are friendship is just a moment of this life seasoning. So my poetry and the distance is a little dim, probably all the poetry and the distance in the world are not worth clinging to it, there are too many signs of life, poverty or success, illness or physical fitness, all of them, are just there, all of the obsession is just trouble, poetry and the distance is beautiful, but everything can not reach the degree of obsession, Otherwise, the heart will never reach perfection, and to insist on a perfection will hurt the body, and all this is not self-seeking?

I probably want to say goodbye to my poetry and distant obsession, accept the olive branch of fate, accept imperfection!

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