No More Stories are Told Today

我用幾個字母斬斷了我和你之間殘存的細線
這幾個星期很多東西不太想碰
皮包裡的合照
有你味道的TSHIRT
several books (Mixed tape/Good Sex...)
several cds (Antony, modest moose..)

另外我把你送給我的Bear送給芯睿了
我對大家大喊把這隻熊帶走 我再也不想要看到它了
總覺得這樣可以把對你的憤怒都從體內倒出體外

分手大約二十多天（記得太精準很愚蠢）
我以為我會很想念你 但是想念沒有以為的那麼多
我同時又以為我不會很想念你
但是又有種失落揮之不去

I really don't know how you feel now.
Wish you think of me sometimes.
Not only Angeles.
Like you have promised to me.

I am sad and wish one day I can understand your decision and then cherish all what we have ever had.

No more our story will be told at this point.