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我们共同都拥有了一个长周末。
你们的复活节。我们的清明节。
原来这们容易就察觉和你不在同一空间。

我说我总是担惊受怕。
怕你的想法与我有落差。
于是今天像是交代犯罪过程一样给你交代始末。
其实我本可以不说的。但是余心不安。

最近我那位姐姐莫名的和那人联络上。
两人就文艺。就电影。就各种人事聊开了。
其实整件事从开始都已经持续了多个一个星期。
但我不知怎么和你开口。
她很兴奋。感觉似在当下触碰了我的过去。
你说。为什么他们都可以心中了然地调侃我的那些曾经。并认为那是很愉快的事？
知道他们聊了那么多。似乎我都已是局外人。没什么发言权。

但是你知道我早是脱离了那段感情和人。
我不愿意敏感也不要无病呻吟。
怎么就这样让我又被牵入进来。
我觉得有些莫名其妙的难受。
本来是可以忽略，但是姐姐开始文字这段时间他们的一些事。
于是我不得不这样给你交代一个过程。
希望你谅解。也希望你不要责怪我没有一早就跟你说。
我是怎么也没有料到他们可以聊那么多。聊那么久。

这些事，我淡淡地跟阳提过。
但你知道，我和她的感情早就已经变味了，所以结果也终是几句话带过。
而我写这些。
一是为了避免你看到她的文章产生误会。
二是希望能从你那得到安慰。

最近。真的比较糟。

高烧促醒的凌晨是两点还是三点.
想给你电话.可是知道你正在那一边辛勤工作.
于是翻个身艰难入睡.

当终于是黎明的光束照进房间.我让你给我打了电话.
那一边.
你清晰的声音安慰了我病痛的身体.

亲爱.
快三年了.

终于是开始冲动地想和你结婚生活了.

原来幸福就是这样的简单而大胆.

我们是命定的。

p.s 外公外婆你们在天有灵，
       保佑我能够拿到护照通过签证，
       以便能看望我亲爱的他。

our song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
And he says…

[Chorus:]

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
And when I got home … before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said…

[Repeat Chorus]

I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song…

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I… wrote down our song