How to make my boyfriend fall in love with me

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I don't know if there is something wrong with my description of Mr. Y.

It may be because I typed the previous few posts in a relatively impulsive situation, somewhat thinking of finding a vent to vent, so this also makes my description of Mr. Y biased, and it is not true. objective.

But I don't think I'll ever be able to describe him truly objectively to anyone.

In fact, he is not a cold person, he talks less, never makes exaggerated expressions, doesn't make a big fuss, and seldom shows a hurried or flustered look, which makes him always appear calm, reliable and reassuring. demeanor.

He is actually a very thoughtful person.

Before I confessed and we were still friends, I was attracted by his safe and calm demeanor. He was a competition student at that time, unlike ordinary students who had holidays and weekends. The hourly experiment can go to other departments five times, only he can concentrate on it for eight hours without distraction.

I thought it was because of his true love, but later I found out that he had already submitted an application for changing majors at that time, and he was only responsible for all the choices he made-giving a proper ending to the things he once loved, and then Walking towards his next choice without any other distraction-this makes everything in his hands, there will be an explanation from the beginning to the end.

He likes to keep everything in his heart, he will always solve the problem calmly and accomplish the goal silently, he knows what he wants, he will always do more than words, observe and restrain more than reckless temptation, this is This kind of temperament is actually rare among people of the same age, and he is not complacent and gloomy. In my impression, he is really popular, and he is the one who keeps his word everywhere.

Maybe it's because his image in my heart is too deep-rooted - I thought he would always be steady and calm, not shaken by any meaningless things, I thought he would always know what he wants and how to pursue what he wants s things.

When I was talking to him last night, I looked at him very carefully. I had always had a stereotype that I didn’t know why, and I felt that he had matured overnight, but when he took off his thin-rimmed glasses, Taking off my suit and leather shoes, I messed up my messy hair that had just been blow-dried without hairspray. I was in a trance, as if I had returned to the moment when I first saw him in X University.

He looked a little disturbed.

I looked at him silently for a while, before he could speak, he said first: "You said you wouldn't mention breaking up."

Me: "Huh? You still remember."

He blushed, turned his head and said "tsk" without looking at me.

"...I didn't want to mention breaking up." Seeing his appearance, I sighed, "My parents went to see you before, why didn't you tell me?"

"..." He still tilted his head and remained silent.

"Do you think it's useless to tell me, or do you think I don't deserve to know?"

My courage is really getting bigger and bigger.

His face turned pale, he looked at me suddenly, and said to me in a trembling voice: "You know how to provoke me best, don't you?"

I sighed silently in my heart.

I called his name, and I said, "Obviously we are partners, why don't you tell me anything?"

He immediately said: "You may not tell me when you are sick."

In the past, I would have thought that this was a sign that he was getting impatient and wanted to end the conversation, but at that moment I was so blessed, as if I saw through his stern armor in an instant.

"I didn't tell you because I was worried about affecting your work." I carefully considered my words and said slowly, "You were very busy at work during that time, and I didn't want to cause you trouble."

"..." He seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to explain to him so directly. He was like the kind of stray cat I met on the road with a strong vigilance. I was apprehensive about the food and unwilling to give up, so I just lowered my body and waited hesitantly. He lowered his head and sneaked a few glances at me, and I didn't move and let him glance.

After a while, he said in a low voice, "I work so hard that I hope your parents will recognize me."

Then he immediately added: "It was because you suddenly asked me to go back with you to meet your parents that day, so I thought about going public during this time to see if I can..."

His face was red as if bleeding.

..........

I was never wrong, I was so stupid.

I saw him, just like a person who wants to get close to the sun will also see Icarus who is closest to it. I saw his reliability, his calmness, his ability to advance and retreat, and he never flinched, but I never saw him. I have been to him, and he will be as worried and hesitant as I am at any moment. I never thought that he would be as confused and flustered as I would be with him. When complaining about myself, I never thought that when he faced his feelings... he was not much smarter than me.

"I thought you had seen them, so you should know something about my parents." I said helplessly.

"..." His expression seemed to be frozen, and at this moment he was like a domestic cat that slammed its head against the glass door when it was playing, and said to me with a little grievance: "I have seen them, At that time... they didn't like me very much, I was afraid that if you took me back and saw those people you grew up with, you would feel ashamed... I..."

He took a deep breath: "...I'm afraid your parents won't recognize me."

He seemed to muster up the courage to tell me.

I shook my head: "You think too well."

"..."

"They haven't even acknowledged me," I said to him, "how can they admit you."

He looked at me blankly.

I really want to tell you a story like I did before, without any details, without any details, and it doesn’t matter if I talk about it. I want to tell him about my past. I have never told him before. I am worried about my life. The past will make him feel boring, and I am also afraid that he will hate me because of it. He has no patience.

I'll talk to him later.

My parents, when I grew up in the sound of babbling operas, I had almost no contact with those who he thought were my playmates, but they were my parents who wanted to classify the so-called "circle" of bourgeois Idealism, I want to tell him why I chose this major, the first time I saw him, the novel he picked up for me, and how we have carefully tested each other over the years But out of place.

I'll talk to him later, but not now.

I just want to hug him right now.

I did.

I also kissed him.

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16.

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Thank you for your company all the time, this is probably my last post on this forum.

Because I no longer need to know how to make my boyfriend fall in love with me.

I think he was in love with me.

....

Suddenly, I found that the forum needs at least [-] characters to reply ==, if you don’t mind, I’ll talk about another trivial incident between me and Mr. Y that happened two days ago.

Recently, Mr. Y seems to have finally realized that working overtime and returning home late has no other effect except to reduce the time we spend together. These days, he gave up working overtime at night and came back early.

Now that he's back, I can't go to the study alone to read a book, but since I haven't been with him for a long time, after dinner, the two of us sat on the sofa alone. At one end, they were silent and looked at each other in blank dismay.

I think you should be able to imagine the embarrassment of that scene... I tried my best to recall what ordinary lovers would do at such a time, but I really didn't have much experience in this area. What my friend said to me - "What else can you do when you are in love? It's not just eating, kissing, watching movies, pressing the road, talking nonsense, going to bed, repeating".

Although his next sentence is "Fortunately, I don't plan to fall in love", but I don't think there is a big problem with his sentence.

Mr. Y and I have eaten the meal, and the other thing we can do now... probably is to watch a movie.

I haven't seen the movie with Mr. Y yet.

When I tentatively asked if I wanted to watch a movie together, Mr. Y got up almost immediately to change clothes. I quickly grabbed him and said helplessly: "Can I watch it at home? FSL recommended a movie to me before, and I have always Didn't get to see it."

FSL is my friend.

Mr. Y seemed to roll his eyes, but he still sat down next to me, so I quickly got up and went indoors to get the projector.

The movie recommended to me by a friend is called "Seven Pounds". I asked him about the meaning of the name, but he probably didn't know much about it. It is quoted from Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice", in which the creditor insists on cutting off a pound of flesh to pay off the debt.

I checked the general outline of the movie on the Internet before, and the central idea is a story about a protagonist who commits a crime and tries to redeem himself by saving others. I thought it would be a surprise that this movie could be recommended by my very high-sighted friend. God, and then he told me that the shooting was average.

"...so why on earth did you recommend this to me?"

"Do you really like to see it or not?"

Sometimes I don’t really understand my friend. His background is similar to mine, he is smarter than me, he has more opportunities than me, his parents are more enlightened than me, and he has more friends than me. I don’t think he has any experience in his life. He was neither religious nor, IMHO, a man to be easily impressed.

The movie begins with a car accident caused by the negligence of the male protagonist. This car accident directly killed seven people including the male protagonist's fiancee, and only the male protagonist survived.

He who survived was in so much pain that he was determined to atone for his sins. He stole the documents of his younger brother who worked in the government, and began to investigate the information of those righteous but unfortunate people, intending to save them through organ transplants. The whole movie revolved around his experience of atonement. Expand.

During the whole movie, Mr. Y and I didn't speak a word, but when the hero got closer to the girl with heart disease in the movie, I felt him holding my hand.

The last scene on the screen ends when the girl who received the heart donated by the male protagonist meets the pianist who received the corneas donated by the male protagonist, and the movie ends in such a glance.

When the cast list came out at the end of the film, I said to Mr. Y that I suddenly remembered what my friend said when he recommended this movie to me.

He said: "In the end, with his eyes, he saw his heart."

Mr. Y gave an "hmm".

Then he seemed to think of something suddenly: "I'm different."

I didn't understand much at first, I just instinctively felt that there would be something to say, so I turned my head to look at him.

He seemed hesitant.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I'm much luckier than him."

Mr. Y lowered his head and put his other hand on my left hand which had not been released since the second half of the movie. He put his five fingers through my fingers, as if this would bring him something.

I didn't speak, I seemed to have a premonition of something.

He looked up at me.

"You don't have to die," Mr. Y said to me, "I can see my heart with my eyes."

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The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

1. You and Mr. Y have already eaten the rice, and the other thing you can do now is probably to have crazy...hehehehehehehehehe.... (eating melon

2. Mr. Y who just sat down next to his wife secretly and then ran away: .....