“You’re asking me? You’re asking me to write your love story? Am I your only friend who writes? No. No, please let me off. I am driven to the point of obsession when it comes to you. With the both of you. I linger in the past and wonder about our future. I spend my waking hours trying not to think of you when I see our smallest things and you appear right behind my lids when it’s dark. Let me spend the new year not living in the shadow of your uncertainty, you coward. Let me spend the new year living free of your shackles of doubt. So tell me, tell me now: were you… was I ever a choice or was it because I was an easy option? Give me my closure and then fuck off forever from my life.”

“I hope you stop living across me.”

Running back and forth between heartache and passion, it’s like I forgot where it all begin and where it’s supposed to end. Do we run away trying to forget me and you but end up running in circles - deliberately wanting to bump into each other but then brushing it off as kismet because we don’t want to admit we miss each other?

Silence is measured by your faint heartbeats and quiet breathing. How loud is the sound of silence before it deafens and overwhelms my memory?

我们擦身而过的几率几乎为零．那我又怕什么？

There is no room between possession (拥有) and freedom (自由).

你我的距离是这么的近． 可是我为何从来见不到你？是不是像我一样，仍然故意地避免我们以前一起走过的路？几天前我是故意找个理由上去你家．离开了之后，我就是在电梯里哭了很久因为你连看我一眼都不肯．