Dr. Andrew Brown: [in a letter to Julia]
come away with me.
If I had a day with you and you only,
I would enjoy the simple things.
The things that, in the end,
when time steals the rest away,
are the only things we'll remember.
I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and read poetry to you until you fall asleep and I would never think about the hours.
if I had one day with you and you only,
I would admire every line of your face,
every strand of your hair,
Every graceful movement of your hands or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day.
Don't you see?
My heart beats only for you.
these are the things I remember of my love.
A warm hand, a warm breath.
Your warm mouth.
Your arms around mine.
I remember feeling safe, cease-less. Like one person.
The two of us still, at rest, entwined.
I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you.
It felt like the high dive.
What do you remember?
How will I ever know what was inside your heart?
Where did they go?
All the things we think and feel but don't say.
你温暖的手 温暖的呼吸 温暖的唇
These are the things I never told you.
These are the things I need you to know.
That I loved you always.
And my love was so big,
it lives still after you're gone.
I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently.
That if I had one more day I would do everything right.
But I know that isn't true.
I'd make all the same mistakes.
That is except one.
I wouldn't say goodbye.