Last letter

I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters
because I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
and you helped me.

Even if you didn't know what I was talking about
or know someone who's gone through it.
You made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen.
And there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday
and our pictures will become old photographs
and we'll all become somebody's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.

This is happening.
I am here and I am looking at her
and she is so beautiful.
I can see it.
This one moment when you know you're not a sad story,
you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
and everything that makes you wonder,
when you were listening to that song
on that drive with the people you love most in this world.

And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.



我已經許久沒有這種感覺了，就是好像無限無限的一條路一直筆直的走下去，只有我一人和夜風輕輕地搔刮著我的面頰，如果有一天我真的放棄寫任何東西，那我想，我就是真的打從心底開心了，再也不會有那些賣弄風雅的孤獨來刺傷我自尊，也沒再有人有能力說我的不是，讓我感到悲傷，或者無力，或者無用了。

可是我現在還在寫，所以我仍舊是無法大步大步地走在那無限的筆直的路上，我好想要趕快看到那一天。