回复：[老贴重开]500 days of Alan

Happy Christmas, bae

2015年，在布拉格

今日份的戳心

持续戳

I'm back.

这几天给Alan写一篇情书吧，英语渣尽量一天更一段。

Here we go.
I'm addicted to you.
Hi，Alan. This letter comes from a girl who is lovelone, and desperately in love with you. Please forgive me for flinging myself to you. After all, you can never blame someone for carrying a torch for you, huh？ Yeah, i know best that this love is unrequited, but you know what they say：'love is blind', right？

要被自己酸死了噫

Fun story：much as you have addled my brain now, i didn't fall for you at first sight. You gotta admit, though, that Professor Snape was not that attractive au début. When he strode into the classroom in a black gown, with that horrid look on his face, shutting all the windows with his wand, silent as the grave, he was a Mr. Brocklehurst at Hogwarts. I feared him just like Harry did. Surely i've been profoundly enamored with your alter ego later on, but since when have i been feeling like this？Maybe it was back at the Quidditch, seeing you struggled to save Harry's life touched a chord within me. Maybe later, when you showed no consideration for the safety of yourself, trying to protect Harry and his masty friends from Lupin. Or maybe…maybe it was when you casted the spell 'Expecto Patronum', and voilà, 'Always'. I can't tell which one. See？ I'm a bad decision maker. Yet i've decided to love you.

This love starts with Snape, but it's not just Snape. I love your glamorous smile, your sonorous velvet-like voice, and your grey hair at the temples. I love your face during your peakness as strongly as i adore your wrinkles of your old age. I love you more and more every day. If it's even possible to love someone that much. I love you as Anne Boleyn once wrote to Henry III, 'Be daily prove you shall me find/To be to you both loving and kind.' My only regret is that i didn't meet you earlier，like，ten years ago, so i could've known you longer. So i don't have to take that sad news before i get to know you better. But there aren't ifs. So here i am, on the heart-broken way, pining with love inwardly.

Possessed, i keep dreaming of you. Sometimes you're Franz. You touch the glass harmonica, tilting your head gazing at me so tenderly, i get drunk in your eyes. You raise your eyebrow, saying 'Close your eyes.' in a hypnotic voice. Your warm palm covers my eyelids. In the darkness i feel your breath tangles mine, i hear your gown rustle… Sometimes you're Obadiah, the deadly abstinent chaplain. You, up high at the pulpit；me down on the pew below. Your sermon sounds like endearments to me. I'm not even listening, cuz i can't take my eyes off your lips, and i'm going all out not to imagine what's it like under your ferraiolone. Sometimes you're Jamie. When you play the cello or read the poem of Neruda in your broken Espanol, i shall play along or encore. I'm not a fan of PDA, but i really have a fancy for showing everyone how lucky am i to have you. And you are Sinclair. Elliott. Sheriff George. P.L.O'Hara. Sometimes i can't see your face. I can only hear your entrancing voice accomplied by strategic pause that put me on edge every single time. Now i'm writing all this, i miss your starry insousiancereless elegance, your mournful face and your super-active spirit. YOU are the potion i'm addicted to.

今天停更一天。
OK,我这就去读法文原版Proust

Alan这么帅，女主是瞎了吗？

J'ai regardé devant moi
Dans la foule je t'ai vu
Parmi les blés je t'ai vu
Sous un arbre je t'ai vu
Au bout de tous mes voyages
Au fond de tous mes tourments
Au tournant de tous les rires
Sortant de l'eau et du feu
L'été l'hiver je t'ai vu
Dans ma maison je t'ai vu
Entre mes bras je t'ai vu
Dans mes rêves je t'ai vu
Je ne te quitterai plus.