放风筝的自由。。。
Monday, April 27, 2009 @ Monday, April 27, 2009
“有人说大多数的女人，都是先爱上爱情，才会爱人的。”
“那你是哪一种女人？”
“我是先爱上了自由，才爱上爱情的。”
“我要的爱情就像放风筝，你是放风筝的人，我就是那风筝。风筝是属于宽大天空的，是自由不受约束的。但是，只要你需要我，一收线，我就会回到你的身边。只想把风筝放在身边的人，风筝也就不是风筝了。”
谢谢你，因为我爱你，我才能成为最自由的人。不必担心你会抓着我闻身上是否有女人的香水味。不必编出任何晚归的借口，我可以大大方方的和过去的女朋友喝茶，因为你说：“你也可以有女性朋友。”但我心里却想着：不知你现在和哪个男生在一起？我也可以和公司客户应酬到深夜。因为你说：“我相信你，这是你的工作。”但是我心里焦虑着：不知你回家了没？”
然而，我必须记着：你是风筝，一个自由的风筝，我不能成为绑住你的人。
今晚，我的车子故障了，半夜三点才回到家。我看到了你，泪流满面，焦虑不安的你，是我从没有见过的。你扑进我怀里，哭着的说：“吓死我了，你到哪里去了？连电话也不打会来，我打电话问遍你所有的朋友，可是。。。。”然后你又哭了。我心痛地搂住你奇怪这些话怎么如之熟悉，这也是我每天每天都想对你讲的话啊！“我不晓得你会这么担心。” 我说。
“我当然担心，我担心死了，因为你是我最爱的人啊! 为什么你从来不但心我，不问我去哪里了呢？”你说。
我恍然了，“我以为你喜欢自由。”
“我是喜欢自由啊！但是飞得再高再远的风筝，也有想休息的时候。你只会放风筝，却忘了收风筝，有你的支缓，休息过后的风筝才能飞得更高更远啊！难道你忍心让风筝一个人孤独的在天上飞？”
我抱着你，突然间明白自己是世界上最傻的放风筝的人。
For those who dun understand the chinese language...below is the english translation..
" There is a person who once said that a woman will fall in love in love itself, before loving another human being."
"So, which type of woman are you?"
"I am thoes kind who fell in love with freedom, before falling in love with love itself..."
"The type of love, which I want is like flying a kite. You are the one holding the kite's string, while I am the the kite. Kite is meant to fly in the big blue sky, it is suppose to be free and unbound by any restriction. But, if you ever need me, just pull back the string, I'll be by your side. But for thoes people who choose to leave the kite by their side, the kite will not be a kite anymore..."
Thanks you. Cause of your love, I have the utmost freedom in this world. I do not have to worry whether if you will drag me by the collar to try to catch a whiff of a woman's perfume. I do not have to create new lie for me being late at home. I can go and have a cup of tea with my ex-girlfriends, as you told me that I can have the right to have girl as my friends. But my heart was thinking, which guy are you chatting to right now. I can stay up to dusk with my client, as you told me you believed me and knew that this is part of my job. But my heart was thinking are you still outside of the house.
However, I must remember: you are the kite, a kite which need its own freedom, I can't be the person to tie you up.
Until that night, when my car had a flat tire. By the time I reached home, It was already past midnight. I see you shivering on the sofa with tears running across your cheeks. I had never seen you in that kind of frantic manner before, it was something so stunning for me. You just fly into my embrace and break down.
"Where have you been? It felt so scary to me. Not even a phonecall, I have make so many calls to all of your friends...but...."
You cried again. I just pull you tighter into my embrace and felt some sense of familiarity by your words. Those are all the words which I been waiting to tell you for a long long time.
"I never knew you will be that worry for me..." I replied.
"Of course I will be worry, cause you are the person I love the most in this world. But why you never seem to care for me even for the slightest bit, never asking where I go?"
I stiffed up in shock and replied, "But I thought you like being free."
"Ya, I like freedom. But a kite no matter how high it may fly or how far it may go, It will still its own rest time. Only with your support will I fly higher, can you bear to see me flying alone in the sky?"
At that point, I felt I am the most retarded kite flyer in this world.
My love to you is like flying a kite....
--xoxo,
Imaginarist
Imaginarist
