I, Me, Myself

前一陣子聽 T 說起 S 的點點滴滴，說著他們的愛與恨，不僅僅是因為距離很近，近到連彼此的脆弱和黑暗都一清二楚，還包括絲絲縷縷的仰望和牽掛。

T 說，S 其實是怎樣怎樣的一個人，我默默聽著，默默在心裡對 S 畫了一個大叉，嗯，嚴格來說應該是把 S 的個人資料註記上好多黑色點點。T 看我後來講來講去都是依著他剛剛說的話，插了一句：「其實 S 很好的，你需不需要聽我說說 S 的好？」

沒辦法，人沒辦法回頭，不過我也不是不認識 S，我知道 S 很好，星光閃耀，微風作伴，捲著 T 的惆悵和掛念，可是啊，T，我因為愛你，所以沒辦法原諒你說的那個 S，至少是那個樣子的他。

人，終其一生都在選擇。

選擇笑容，選擇眼淚。
選擇朋友，選擇敵人。
選擇堅持，選擇放手。

Dear:

　It's been a long time since I wrote something to you last time. Recently I recalled you several times. Not sure is it because of the hot summer days or the guy I met while waiting for the bus two days ago. I miss you, really. People always said, once you get something in love, you lose something in friendship. I disagree. Though we're apart, deep in our hearts we're still together like we did before.

　How have you been? Most of our classmates have found a teaching job. As for the rest of them, some are in graduate school (domestic ones, most likely) and the others are busy changing their careers or getting married. (I assume the later one is also a kind of "changing their careers.")

　Are you still dreaming of reading book on the balcony in the afternoon? Are you still loving to walk around the campus alone in the night? Is your favorite drink still green tea plus black tea? There are lots of memories between us and they are gone with the wind.