Because, to predict women's emotions is like weather forecast: You can only prepare a raincoat and wear a sunscreen at the same time, because you can never know for sure what will come next.
She told him: "We women are happy but we are easily sad". Happy because today's weather is beautiful, the sun is bright as if inviting a new day full of excitement, happy because the familiar coffee shop reopened the famous salty coffee that she once whispered and exclaimed, happy because she bought a beautiful, luxurious bag with a soft price after many hesitant days.
But being happy like that, just need to Google the internet to see your dog sick, its eyes are wet looking through the screen, or the family situation of your ex-lover is so sad that it makes you lose track, or accidentally Google TikTok to see an old romantic film 10 years ago that you haven't watched all, so you start to feel depressed. Then sometimes just a moment of the cold wind passing, an old song resounding in the corner of the street, or the scent from which it evokes a distant memory, she quietly sat absent-mindedly worshiping.
One day, she told him about her future plans in an excited voice, but just a few hours later, she sat silently, her eyes red from an accidental statement from someone that made her self-esteem rise. That change was not because she was weak, but because her heart was as sensitive as a song, just a low note was enough to change the melody.
Seeing a happy woman is not necessarily happy, seeing a sad woman is not necessarily what they are suffering for. Behind a smile can be hidden tears, and in sadness there is sometimes resilience that no one can see. Therefore, those who love women, live with women or simply want to understand women, there is only one way: Appreciate every moment. Don't be too quick to judge when she changes, don't try to explain everything with dry logic, but learn to accompany her through unexpected emotional waves.
Because this morning I also sent a message "You are everything" to the brilliant heart icon, which in the afternoon became "You disappear from my life" with a cold charcoal stamp. Being in love with a woman is an adventure in memorable and sometimes tiring emotional fluctuations of the world. But does not it be the complexity that makes love more valuable?
