「我把你當作我的陽光，可是這一屢陽光總是躲起來，連半點的溫暖都不捨得給予。」看完他的留言和空間上的籤名，心裡有一種說不出來的難受和懊悔。 為什麼把我當成你的陽光，我們相遇的如此突然，認識得如此短暫？ 難受，是因為我的故意逃避讓你感覺到了天空的灰暗？懊悔，為什麼我遇到的偏偏是你，一個經歷了熱戀到失戀，幾乎付出了所有的真情，卻差點被痴情毀掉，之後把所有悲傷沉澱起來，然後再把自己的天空塗抹成黑色的憂鬱王子！在我的眼中，起碼是這樣。怪我那幾句多餘的安慰，從此你情感再次像脫了韁繩的野馬，一發不可收拾。無緣無故就成了你的傾訴對象。 每一次，你總有說不完的話，看得出來，雖然你無奈卻總有一種捨不得，儘管你常說過去是用來懷念的。好幾個深夜，我們隔著一條線敲打著各自的文字，你把你過去的悲傷發揮得淋漓盡致，而我一遍又一遍用蒼白的文字希望撫平你的心。雖然我們認識不久，但一個多情的男子總會博得女孩的好感。 按捺不住心中的好奇，第一次進了你的空間，看了你所有的日誌和留言，在你的空間裡，真的找不到快樂的一點點痕跡，除了那幾張笑得有點牽強的照片。發現，原來你有一年沒有寫東西了，所有的悲傷都不是今年的。 「為什麼你的空間鎖了一年，一年了，還沒有走出來麼？」 「已經淡忘了，只是不想讓人家看見我的悲傷。」你回答 「你就像一個憂鬱的王子，在自己的城堡裡肆意的悲傷。」 「憂鬱的王子總會和悲傷聯繫在一起，可我不是王子，所以憂鬱得特別沒有氣質。」 習慣喊他小子，並不是因為他比我小，只是喜歡，覺得他也不會反感。不習慣叫別人真名，雖然一直要求讓我喊他真名一次，我沒喊，覺得有點奇怪，也害怕這一喊就莫名其妙成了你的什麼人，並不是小氣，了解你的「霸道」。 不知道你是從那一刻那一秒喜歡上我的，有一天，你發來了信息，只有三個字：「我愛你。」不想探究它的真實性，能說出這三個字的總是勇敢的，可是那一刻，我沒有半點幸福感。不能責怪你的輕浮，更無法埋怨你的多情，換了別人，可能會接受，可是，你不知道，一年前，我已經關閉了愛情的大門。 從此我選擇了逃避，在線的時候隱身，不會主動打招呼，更不會回覆你的任何信息，我選擇了沉默，讓你感到不解和不安，從此你的日誌全都是關於我的，你的愛你的恨…… 是誰說「再見，再也不見？」僅僅是淡忘？那應該會偶爾想起，忘不了就是忘不了，不知道何時才發現你空間裡寫的都是和每一個女孩的經歷，說不定我哪一天又成了你的過客？所以從來不在你的空間裡留任何的東西，因為我不想像她們一樣。 直到今天，看到了你那句話，可是，我不是你的陽光，我只是空中的半朵雲，我沒有那麼偉大，我也不相信我能給你帶來溫暖，知道你心甘情願，可原諒我的無能為力。對不起，我不想嘗試，對不起，我喜歡純粹的東西多一點，忘了我，不管你是否真的喜歡過我。"I regard you as my sunshine, but this sunshine always hides, and I'm not willing to give you any warmth." After reading his message and signature on the space, there is an unspeakable sadness and regret in my heart. Why take me as your sunshine, we meet so suddenly, know so short? Uncomfortable, because I deliberately escape so that you feel the gray sky? Regret, why did I meet you, a melancholy prince who experienced love to lovelorn, almost paid all the true feelings, but was almost destroyed by infatuation, then precipitated all the sadness, and then painted his sky black! In my eyes, at least. Blame me that a few redundant comfort, from then on your feelings again like a wild horse off the reins, out of control. You're the one to talk to for no reason. Every time, you always have endless words, I can see that although you are helpless, there is always a reluctant, although you often say that the past is used to miss. Several late at night, we across a line beating their own text, you put your past sorrow to play incisively and vividly, and I again and again with pale text hope to smooth your heart. Although we have known each other for a short time, an affectionate man will always win the favor of girls. I can't restrain my curiosity. I went into your space for the first time and read all your logs and messages. I really can't find any trace of happiness in your space, except for those photos with a little farfetched smile. It turns out that you haven't written anything for a year, and all the sadness is not this year's. "Why has your space been locked for a year, and hasn't it come out yet?" "Have forgotten, just don't want people to see my sadness." You answer "You are like a melancholy prince, in his castle wantonly sad." "A melancholy Prince is always associated with sadness, but I'm not a prince, so I'm so melancholy that I have no temperament." It's not because he's younger than me that he's used to calling him a kid. He just likes it and doesn't feel disgusted by it. I'm not used to calling other people's real names. Although I have been asking me to call him his real name once, I didn't call him. I feel a little strange and afraid that this call will make me who you are. It's not mean to be stingy and understand your "hegemony". I don't know that you fell in love with me from that moment. One day, you sent a message with only three words: "I love you." Don't want to explore its authenticity, can say these three words is always brave, but at that moment, I didn't feel happy. Can't blame your frivolity, can't blame your amorous, changed other people, may accept, but, you don't know, a year ago, I have closed the door of love. From then on, I chose to escape. When I was online, I was invisible. I didn't take the initiative to say hello, and I didn't reply to any of your messages. I chose to be silent, which made you feel puzzled and uneasy. From then on, your log was all about me, your love, your hate Who said "goodbye, never again?" Just forgetting? I don't know when I will find that what you write in your space is the experience with every girl. Maybe I will become your passer-by one day? So never leave anything in your space, because I don't want to be like them. Until today, I saw your words, but I'm not your sunshine, I'm just half a cloud in the sky, I'm not so great, I don't believe I can bring you warmth, know you are willing, can forgive my helplessness. 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