昨天晚上在网上乱翻，看到有一个人写的爱情日记，很纯，很感人。(below are paragraghs of a diary adopted from the web)
Living Only a quick post before school. This weekend has been incredible. The time apart the time together, you are always on my mind. When you are in my arms I am as happy as I could be and only hope that I can make you as happy as I am. You drive me crazy, fill my life with joy and make every day incredible. I never want this to end. You are my dream, my prize, my better half. With you I understand what it means to be living.
这个周末真是难以置信。不管我们在或不在一起，你总是萦绕在我的心头。当你偎在我的怀中我不知道有多幸福，也希望我能让你像我一样快乐。你让我痴狂，让我的生活中充满了快乐，使每一天难以置信。我想永远这样。你是我的梦想，上天赐给我的奖赏，我最好的一半。有你在我身边我才理解活着意味着什么。(yuk translate)
My Muse
Driving home with her I thought of beautiful things shared whispers on crisp pillows, in the dark, lit only by moonlight or candles, skin kissed by the faintest light and hands clasped together beneath the warmest of blankets, Heated by our love and burning with a desire to say I love you. She is my muse and with her I can think of nothing better then fall drives out of the city, a place I already associate with work, into the country where we can sleep in each others arm, kiss encircled by loving embraces and snuggle close, so close, that even the words I love you uttered in the smallest sigh are like incredible shoutings of love. After dropping her off the only thing I could think of was when I would see her again. How many hours I would have to wait until she could kiss me again...too long...too long by double.I stopped near a farm and parked my car, rested against the hood and looked into the sky. A billion billion stars and that only a fraction of the ones that are out there but that one, the red one, that's not a star at all, its a planet. Its looked down on earth for eons and it has watched the love of couples for its eternity. Always shining, always sharing in their love. Our love can last as long as that planet, forever. Burning in the night light a celectial body visible from some other planet alone in the darkness of space. You are my muse and these thoughts of love. They are the gifts you bringMissing you tonight is the latest blessing in a list of incredible gifts you have given me. Tonight I go to bed dreaming of you, thinking of you, wanting you and needing you. I love you Erica, I love you, I love you. Three times I have said it and it is not enough to tell you just how I feel. Good night sweet angel. Know that you are firmly in my heart and soul tonight and everynight, even as I dream of holding you close I am counting the hours, minutes, and seconds till I can tuoch you for real and put my lips on yours.Sweet dreams,
想起徐志摩的那首诗：
爱，你永远是我头顶的一颗明星：
要是不幸死了，我就变一个萤火，
在这园里，挨着草根，暗沉沉的飞，
黄昏飞到半夜，半夜飞到天明，
只愿天空不生云，我望得见天
天上那颗不变的大星，那是你，
但愿你为我多放光明，隔着夜，
隔着天，通着恋爱的灵犀一点……
A Perfect Month
Its funny how 30 days can go by like an instant and every moment of that flash is pure ecstasy. Not just the rush of newness but the feelings of true love that can wash over you. I moved her in a month ago and decided that I had to kiss her, had to know and two hours of building up my confidence later I kissed her, brought my lips to hers and brought our worlds together in a tiny, chaste, wonderful kiss. Its the kind of moment you remember forever the warm indian summer air blowing gently over us both. She lying in my arms, my hand in her hair and my other arm tucked neatly aginst the side of her chest. I ran my finger down her cheek, she turned toward me and i placed my lips on hers. Every kiss since then has held that same electricity and more. Everyday holds the promise of being filled with her love and the joy that only she can bring to my life. I love you Erica. I love you more then anything in my life. A million kisses would be to few and an infinite time in your arms would be too short. So i dream of rose petals brushing your skin and fingers memorizing your body for my mind to hold you when your away. I dream of you, your mind, your heart, your soul and of course your velvet soft kisses which always say I love you.
By my Side
When we walk the streets of NY everything is right in the world. NYC can be a lonley place even when filled with all of the people, noise and cacophany that only NY can generate and when the cold wind of fall is whipping throgh the canyons of concrete it can seen a little more like you are the only person in the world. With you by my side its a warm place filled with adventure and delight. The lights, the smells, the people, the everything is better and just another experience to be breathed in and lived for the moment. With your hand in mine the cold seems further away, the wind seems to stand still and everything is warmer, brighter and for lack of a better word smilier. I am the center of the world when your eyes focus on me and everyone else ceases to matter. I love you and it is your love that warms me, keeps me dry, and feeds me. You are my everything. You are my joy and you make the troubles of the world melt away.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Almost bed time
Floating in that empty space before sleep can take me to that place where dreams can deliver their promise of a better tomorrow and all I can think about is Erica. The pressures of school evaporate like the mist off of a lake. Like driving the causeway between new city and valley cottage I am on a road surrounded by whiteness and in that moment I am alone and able to think about whats truly important. The way she smiles the way she laughs and the way she fits perfectly in my arms, hands and heart. With these complex thoughts identifiable only by their stark simplicity running through my mind the wheels of thought begin to run down. The synapses of wakefullness begin to shut down replaced by the mental activity of sleep and my thoughts return to her, you my angel, the bright spot in my turmoil. The woman I love, now and forever. You own the keys to my everything. There are no locked doors in my mind, heart or soul. Take a tour, walk through the passages and fill them with the wonderfulness that follows in your footsteps and builds me up with incredible joy and love. Sleep well my princess and walk softly through my dreams and know that I am waiting for you in that realm between sleep and awake.
Good morning Sprout
I want to count off every second in your arms but at the same time I do not want another moment to go by. My mind is intoxicated with the love I feel for you rushing through my viens instead of the sanguinous fluid that is supposed to be there. In your arms I am happy, with your eyes locked on mine I am at peace and with your head against my chest I can face any challenge the world has for me. Every moment of the day I am sure that this is a dream, a kind of alternate reality where your perfection can be found next to my mixed quality of existance. I write the words that I can not get my tongue around and to tell you how lucky I am, how happy I am and how crazy in love that I was, am and am becoming. A month ago I thought I was Divani, now with the passage of precious time I become more insane with the thought of you. Today I am more divani then ever before and i know that this is just the beginning. Wonderful does not go far enough to describe the joy you bring with you. It lingers in the room after you are gone promising to return with the ethereal scent of you which is somehow caught in my sheets or trapped in a corner of my apartment. A wisp of love in the air to hold onto until you are in my arms again. Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
