What is the experience of finally being with the person you like?

If I am with the person I like, then I will feel very happy, because I will feel that she is my other half.

I decided to travel together that day and was excited until two o'clock in the morning. When Haitang was awake, I kept looking at the ticket after the defense. Then the day I bought the plane ticket, I found myself unusually calm and realized that it was the night before the storm.

I remember she said, "If you want to know whether a person is suitable or not, you must travel together." So I'm probably a fool, so this trip may also be a test. I've read a lot of raiders, but I'm never enough. What is missing? I didn't know until now that there was an explanation missing between us.

She likes interesting things as much as I do, but I often don't want to know too much, but she is never satisfied with knowing why, always asking why.

Stories, stories are the best among the old population. We are on the bus to Ciqikou, next to an old woman from Beijing, in her seventies, who was a member of the 38th Army when she was young. In a childish voice, she told about her camping trip and her handsome air force husband when she was a co-pilot. And I like her, listening carefully and smiling, which makes me want to say that time will not make people old.

Like is presumptuous, love is hard to control. She smiled and listened to sightseeing bus's driver uncle's hand-held historical explanation, but I was often absent-minded because of this. I hope the car slows down and then slows down.

I'm afraid of heights, and my voice gets louder when I'm afraid. The cable car in foreigner street is really too casual, and she laughs at me. It's really not a good person. But I am an idiot, staring at her in the twilight, staring at her sticking her head out of the attic window and looking down at me, but what once suffocated me was the distance.

The night is too fast, the outline of Hongyadong is too clear, and the lights are too dazzling, which makes me, a stubborn person, forget to be special to her. I have to say that I didn't care to blame and comfort her when I hit her with a snail, but I am a stubborn person and clumsy, and I can't bear to look straight.

Thank the carpool master for praising me for choosing a good hotel location. She is a semi-frank person. People who know that I am embarrassed, if they have something to say, will become very bold, bold and inevitably presumptuous, but because they like it, they will also restrain themselves.

On the way back, she asked me, "Don't you have a winning heart?" I said I did, and she said, "I don't think you did." Well, most of the time I didn't. Sometimes, I'm afraid of her? She? Do you know? Me.

Before dawn, she asked me, "Why don't you wait for me like them?" I said I didn't wait, I lied to her, but I won't wait long, because some people don't love you when you love her the most, so she will never love you.