Heard a passage:

“A person is no longer good, he does not heartache you, what is the use of nothing. Vows can be made up, romance can be faked, the only heartache, is from the heart of the emotion, it can not deceive others, also can not deceive themselves.

When someone is worried that you will be hungry, worried that you will freeze, worried that you will be sick, worried that you have enough money to spend, you live in his heart.”

Deeply thought. The adult world is not short of warmth, short of someone willing to bend down and pick up your broken dignity.

Some people take the transfer record as a proof of love, but continue to brush the short video when their partner coughs. In this day and age, there are many people who say, “Drink more hot water,” and too few people who can make brown sugar ginger tea.

But the real heartache, is two o’clock in the morning casserole stirring millet porridge, is the first to extinguish the anger of the quarrel when the embrace, is even your own wounds are ignored, he quietly prepared a band-aid, is sixty years later still remember you are allergic to pollen.

The real pain, is to detect the tiredness in your smile, is to see through your bravado after the fragility.

People who don’t know how to love you are always blind to your efforts and take your concern for granted. He will ask for more when you are tired, but in your need to comfort indifference to turn around; he remembers his own needs, but ignored your feelings.

The one who cares for you will guard you silently when you try to be strong. He will remember your preferences, pay attention to your emotions. Your vulnerability in his eyes is not a burden, but a precious need to be cared for.

The person who really loves you is the one who crosses the sea of people to come for you.

Those who are willing to knead the heart into the softest shape, properly rest all your wounds, is the gift of life to you.

Everyone in this world will applaud for the perfect, only heartache, let us in the broken earth for each other on the other side.

Love is instinct, heartache is choice. When the years peel off all the romantic sugar coating, only this careful and precious, can let two souls in the impermanent world, always warm and warm together.

May someone come in the moonlight, catch you stumbling in the dark night, and boil your heartache into early morning porridge; may you be each other’s band-aid in the long years, and be each other’s roof in the storms of life.