Happiness is the soil of life and love is the seed of happiness. Everyone in the world pursue his true love in his whole life. However what is love? How can we find it? Maybe everyone has the puzzles, including me.
I always ask myself if the boy I liked is Mr. Right for me. And every time the answer is not. However why am I insisting, since some sorrow things happened? I don’t know why. Maybe the emotion sometimes likes the laptop battery. Once the battery is out of energy it will stop working. But when it is in full charge it will work again.
In fact I really don’t like the feeling. What should I do?
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