Every beginning is only a sequel....

 They're both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're sure

that there'd been nothing between them.

But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways --

perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask them

if they don't remember --

a moment face to face

in some revolving door?

perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?

a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?

but I know the answer.

No, they don't remember

They'd be amazed to hear

that Chance has been toying with them

now for years.

Not quite ready yet

to become their Destiny,

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

it barred their path,

stifling a laugh,

and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,

even if they couldn't read them yet.

Perhaps three years ago

or just last Tuesday

a certain leaf fluttered

from one shoulder to another?

Something was dropped and then picked up.

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished

into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells

where one touch had covered another

beforehand.

Suitcases checked and standing side by side.

One night, perhaps, the same dream,

grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning

is only a sequel, after all,

and the book of events

is always open halfway through

.........

 一直很喜歡幾米的*向左走 向右走*

那種瞬間相遇彼此間迸出的火花

真的很讓人秉住呼吸心跳加速的期待

愛情..好像刻意被描繪的很美很純真

現實生活沒有男女主角相遇的噴水池

互留電話的紙條在大雨來臨前也早就斑駁模糊

那個美好的下午消失的讓人措手不及

如果愛情能像

心電圖上亂跳的vf 經過電擊後asystole

一切從頭開始

或許阻隔男女主角的那道牆

就不用到故事結尾才戲劇的瓦解

........... 

 love at first sight

證明了還是出現在書中在故事中比較迷人

向左走

向右走

大部分時間

我學著

 向前走