Dear Evan

我反省過這樣直白的跟她說，她會受多大的傷害。人人都希望聽見真話，她們都要我說實話，嘴巴說著「不要緊」、「我不會生氣」，卻每每知道真相時對我恨之入骨。多次掉入的陷阱，我終於知道，「誠實和坦白」是場考驗和賭博。

其實666是對的，我們都這麼直接，卻又那麼無奈。一連串的責罵和難過已經積聚了那麼久了——從她們相識好友暗戀明戀知已。剎那間，我真的身心交瘁。

Sonnets From The Portuguese ( No.09)

Can it be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

For all thy adjurations? O my fears,

That this can scarce be right! We are not peers

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Nor give thee any love -- which were unjust.

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.