聆听。晓月

Sometimes, words are so poor to express feelings inside. I still nail myself on the chair as I did three hours ago, thinking about you, as you may know, with music and a glass of water, no ice, and finally get a little tone. I tried to find out an album or a book dedicated to you, but too many of them to be listed.

Something can not be figured out, we label it destiny. In all those years, people keep coming and leaving, only the right ones stay within reach of hand. Why don’t we let them know life is tender and joyful, though, there are countless difficulties?

I wrote to you in a cold winter night, saying we should forever share the same happiness while our cities were so far from each other. And now, I insist on that, because I believe you can, and me too.

I should hide all my nervousness even my voice and eyes never tell lies. I should say I understand how hard these days would turn to be since he left, but I really want to skip this part, because I miss your smile more than your tears.

Living alone can be a kind of good, all you need is a little time to explore this new style. You may have no one to kiss you good night and good morning, but it has no chance to be a shame because you know you are saving all the sweet romance for someone who deserves it, someone brings you with confidence and generosity, someone takes a dive into your world.

I still remember your script descriping me: the girl from east of the city, drink friut juice instead of whiskey, living with books, music and tons of skirts,might be rescued by a man born with GPS. Do you want my piece? - a pretty woman raised the cutest puppy in one of the coldest city, sporty, resolute and always on her way to happiness. Yes, that's you.

Life is a kind of belief. Days are various notes and broken sentence in colorful pads. Memory is polished to be prosperous by time. What we need is to be better and wait for the ones to bring us to a warmer place named home. Maybe, he is around the corner.

Yesterday is a History, tomorrow is a Mystery, only today is a Gift, that’s why we call it Present. We all are so lucky to get the present.

Remember the two little girls hanging out all time together? I do like the days when we were that close. Although the last time we had “secret talk” is too far to recall, I will still try to feel what you feel with my heart, and you know I am here.

Let’s move on.

Life is beautiful.

Life is wonderful.

Dear L, I guess you may like the quiet night as I do. Perhaps I should make up a logic letter to settle all my thought clear, but I would rather lie down on my little couch with you, relaxing and talking, and here come all my fragments.

Take care.