Love is like a balloon. The ones that float around don’t stop.

Love is like two people holding a rubber band. The one who gets hurt is always the one who is unwilling to let go.

Love is like knitting a sweater. It is built stitch by stitch and takes a lot of hard work. When it is dismantled, it only takes a gentle pull from one party, and the person you once loved the most becomes the most familiar stranger.

Love is like picking up shells. Don’t pick the biggest ones, don’t pick the most beautiful ones, pick the ones you like. Once you pick them up, you will never go to the beach.

Love is like a joke, it makes others laugh to death and hurts yourself.

Love is like waiting for a bus. The one you are waiting for has not come yet, and the ones you don’t want to wait for come one after another.

Love is like two people holding a rubber band. The one who gets hurt is always the one who is unwilling to let go.

Love is like knitting a sweater. It is built stitch by stitch and takes a lot of hard work. When it is dismantled, it only takes a gentle pull from one party, and the person you once loved the most becomes the most familiar stranger.

Love is like picking up shells. Don’t pick the biggest ones, don’t pick the most beautiful ones, pick the ones you like. Once you pick them up, you will never go to the beach.

Love is like a joke, it makes others laugh to death and hurts yourself.

Love is like waiting for a bus. The one you are waiting for has not come yet, and the ones you don’t want to wait for come one after another.