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二是她爱我one I love 歌词One I love, they tell me he&#39, two she loves Three she&#39， 三是她对我是真心的 他们告诉我他很贫穷;m dreaming of My own, two she loves Three she&#39, my one true love One I love,m asleep I&#39，二是她爱我:一是我爱她, two she loves And three she&#39, two she loves Three she&#39，我的真爱 一是我爱她， 三是她对我是真心的 我的朋友都和我闹翻了 因为我总是陪着你 但是不管他们怎么说 我以我自由的美好意志爱我所爱 一是我爱她, two she loves And three she's true to me All of my friends fell out with me Because I kept your company But let them say whatever they will I love my love with a free good will One I love，二是她爱我, I find no rest Until his head lies on my breast When I's true to me One I love， 三是她对我是真心的 当火在冰面前会融化 当潮汐不再退去 当岩石和太阳一起融化 我对你的爱还只是刚刚开始 一是我爱她，我的爱人， 三是她对我是真心的 当我醒来, two she loves Three she&#39，二是她爱我，我无法安心 直到他把头靠在我胸前 当我熟睡时我梦见 我自己， 三是她对我是真心的 一是我爱她，他们告诉我他太年轻 我让他们都保持沉默 如果他们能把沙粒和大海分开 他们都不能让我放弃我的爱 一是我爱她，二是她爱我;s true to me When I's true to me They tell me he's true to me When the fire to ice will run And when the tide no longer turns And when the rocks melt with the sun My love for you will have just begun One Is true to me翻译，二是她爱我;s young I tell them all to hold their tongue If they could part the sand from the sea They never could part my love from me One Im awake
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出门在外也不愁by Eric Charles
I think I have been reading too many magazine quizzes and too many relationship books for my own good. All of them pretty much say that the woman shouldn’t ever be the one to say “I Love You” first. It is like the “kiss of death.” While I understand the advice of not jumping the gun, as we women are supposed to be “more emotional,” I am in a relationship now where there is a lot of “hinting” around it going on and it is really tempting to “come out
and say it.” What does a guy think about the age old question? If the woman makes this “big move” first, does it make a guy squirm…or run?
Read our guy’s response after the jump!
I would generally say that it’s better for the guy to say it to you first. The reason being is that to us, the saying of it isn’t a big deal in it of itself. In other words, to the grand majority of guys, he’s happy if the relationship is good. He doesn’t need to hear it, generally speaking.
That’s not to say that guys don’t care, it’s just that if the relationship is going well in every way, we’re pretty much satisfied.
The reason we say, “I love you,” to a woman is because we know it matters to her. We know that saying it, to some extent, is a demonstration of our commitment to her and that we’re not going anywhere.
If you say it first, then it’s like you’re forcing that implied commitment, in a way. And even if a guy does love you, he will feel to an extent that he’s being pressured. Beyond that, if you say it first, you’ll lose your chance of ever finding out when he would have said it.
My feeling is that you should let him say it first. I say that because him saying it first to you means a lot more than you saying it to him first… When he says it to you first, it will come across as him declaring something to you. When you say it to him, it will most likely come across as you forcing it on him.
Now, I don’t know you, I don’t know him and everyone is different. But generally speaking, what I’m saying here is good reasoning to follow.
In terms of the way that it feels to a guy when a girl says I love you first, well, it depends. I can say from personal experience that there have been times it’s happened to me and I really did love the girl, but my life was a mess in other ways and wasn’t in the shape it needed to be in for an I-love-you type of relationship. I don’t feel good saying it, but I handled it less than gracefully – I have no idea how exactly me not saying it back was interpreted by the woman, but of course it wasn’t good.
I’ve been asked if a woman “loses all her power” when she says “I love you” first. There’s a whole discussion in today’s culture about who has the power in the relationship and a bunch of other nonsense. Generally speaking, I think that the person who doesn’t think in terms of someone having power in a relationship probably will be the one who ends up having the so-called power.
Reason being, if you think in terms of having the power in the relationship, you’re going to be making “power plays” and doing all sorts of screwy and weird stuff to try and protect yourself from losing this imagined power. You’ll act weird and he’ll sense it. As a result, the guy will be weirded out and he’ll distance himself and put up emotional and mental barriers to protect himself from manipulation. With these walls up, he’ll be harder to reach and you’ll end up trying harder and harder to break through to him.
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I used to play this game in my twenties with men.
I don’t like you, but I want you to want me it was called. I was insecure and wanted all the attention I could get from men, but I didn’t want to have to give anything up for it: sex, intimacy, love.
I wanted to feel pretty and desired without having to look into anyone’s eyes or have them claim me as theirs. I felt ugly and short, and I overcompensated by wearing high platform shoes and low cut shirts which showed my cleavage. And a lot of makeup. I was a master at flirting. I could make men want me.
Then I would panic. I would avoid. I would not return phone calls or emails. I would hide. I would be distant. I was a fraud. I couldn’t hold my own.
I didn’t want to hold my own.
A good friend of mine has been in a situation where a man was flirting with her and showing signs of attraction. She was attracted to him. She was confused by some of his behaviors, and she told him as much. He then called her up to say, “Just to be clear, I have no romantic or sexual interest in you.”
(Easy there, cowboy!)
“What an a-hole,” I said over the phone. Until I realized he was playing the game I used to play or a version of it. I want you to want me, but I want no responsibility. I don’t want to take this any further, but I want to feel desired by you. I want you to fall in love with me, and I want to have zero accountability. In fact, I will be somewhat shocked when you call me out on my behaviors was the name or names of his game.
I remember after I got dumped on my twenty-eighth birthday I agreed to go on a date with a guy I had been waiting on for years. I had known he had a crush on me, and I wasn’t attracted to him at all, but I was trying to get over heartbreak, and I thought it would be a good idea to get out. I wasn’t interested in him, but the date was fun. He took me to a big famous Hollywood television producer’s house for a Christmas party, and I felt funny and pretty, and after we left, he told me the big famous Hollywood producer kept asking about me. “Who was the cute little Jewish girl?” he said the producer kept saying. I felt flattered.
I wasn’t into this guy, but I tried to make myself because I thought he would be good for me. He was a successful television writer, and he was smart and funny. And he liked me. (I had been with someone for two years who didn’t like me very much.)
I just didn’t want to kiss him. Ever.
We went out on a few dates, and finally he emailed me and called me out after I sent him a forwarded joke via email. He told me that he had enough friends. That he wasn’t interested in me as a friend and that I needed to be straight. Was I interested in him or not?
I panicked. I wasn’t. I stared at the computer, horrified. I couldn’t bring myself to type the words. I admired him for his straightforwardness. Here I was sending him dumb emails just to keep him at bay, hoping he would disappear but not without pining for me.
I forget what I said exactly, but it ended with, “No, I don’t want to date you.” I probably beat around the bush. I probably made it sound nice and fluffy and a little dishonest.
I never heard from him again.
Look, I get it. He didn’t want to be my friend. He wanted to love me. He was being honest and fair.
I remember being shocked at his email. It was harsh, as I’m assuming his feelings were hurt, but I had never received such a blunt email before. He was so willing to speak what he wanted, to say what he felt and what he needed. And a friendship with me wasn’t any of those things. Fair enough.
I cringe when I think of the things I used to do for love. I hated myself and thought that if enough men wanted me, it could fill that hatred with something. Even something I didn’t want.
Why so many lies?
I don’t want you, but I want you to want me. Or even the I don’t like you, but I can’t stand that you don’t like me. I want everyone to love me.
Oh, there it is. I want everyone to love me.
It’s so ugly and horrible and smelly that I throw it down the basement stairs before it burns my eyes and blinds me with its filth and stench.
There’s a roomful of people who are all nodding and digging what I am saying. They are into it. Then, there’s one who isn’t. I focus on the one.
I want you to like me.
I focus on the one.
I sent an email to someone the other day, which included my newsletter. . He simply replied, “unsubscribe.”
When I got really down and dirty with myself, I was willing to ask Why did you send him the email in the first place, Jen? I had a hunch he didn’t like me. I had known. And the answer came. I was, again, in my twenties wearing a low cut shirt and high shoes to hide. I wanted him to like me was the wimpy little five-year-old kid answer.
The thing is, I only sent the email because of that. If I get down really low and look where I am afraid to look, like under the bed and in the basement, it’s disgusting. Want me want me want me want me want me from the darkest crevices you can imagine.
Here’s the great thing about being honest with yourself: When you finally are, you leave the basement.
The ugly truths about you aren’t so ugly once you face them. You just get a little wet washcloth and move forward with your day, dusting off whatever needs dusting. It’s just that most of us are afraid to look inward, so we keep throwing things under the bed and down the basement stairs.
I would be scared to go down there after a while too.
So that guy, the one who was leading my friend on, I don’t know what his deal was. (And yes, I still think he was an a-hole for saying that to her.) I do know that he flirted with her and sent her every signal that he was interested, and then when she called him out, he balked. He wanted what he wanted without having to be there for it.
Who wants to live that way? It’s ghost living. It’s like lying your way through your life and knocking people over with your big bag as you walk down the sidewalk. It’s like making a mess and walking out as you yell, “Someone else will clean it up” without so much as even glancing over your shoulder.
There is a fine line between being honest and being an a-hole.
Don’t get me wrong. At times I have been both. What I am concerned with now is the former.
I want to love you is a revision of I want you to want me.
I want to love you.
Imagine the world where we are all concerned with what people think of us and if they like us and how much better we feel when they do love us and how we don’t want to have to actually be in our bodies but rather parade them around looking perfect.
Oh wait. Right.
We live in that world. You and me and all the other pots calling the kettles black.
We get to create what the experience is like for ourselves. I want to love you. I don’t care if you like me.
Except that’s a lie, and we all know it.
How about this: I want to care less. I want to care less about the things that don’t matter and the people who don’t love me back (there will always be some, so get over that now). I want to care less about who is loving me and more about whom I am loving.
We live in the world. There’s not much we can do to change that fact except not live in the world, and that choice seems grim. We live in the world, and we live in our bodies, and the capacity to love is great. It’s so great that we don’t even have to do anything about it except acknowledge it and ask it to sit down for a glass of wine. It has a dog’s nose and can smell shit a mile away, so don’t worry about that.
Your capacity to love is so great that it will carry you through most things in this world.
was recently featured on Good Morning America. She is a yoga teacher, writer, and advocate for children with special needs based in L.A. She is also the creator of Manifestation Yoga(R) and leads retreats and workshops all over the world. Jennifer is currently writing a book and has a popular daily blog called Manifestation Station. Find her on
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