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你好!很抱歉又写信了。打扰了，别介意啊!以后我会尽量做到不出现在你的生活里。我的名字也会慢慢的从你脑子里擦掉。我再也不会扰乱你的生活!
爱了你这么久，我以为你再也舍不得我伤心，我以为你再也不会离开我，可是我太高估自己了，我凭什么呢?丑小丫怎么会变成白天鹅呢?你又怎么会成为我的唯一呢?一切是我幻想吧!
或许留下来真的是一种错误，为了你留下来也是我一厢情愿吧!张柳，今天我不是因为东西生气，是你的态度，如果你爱我，你忍心让我在外边等吗?我不想追究什么。
或许你是无心的!可我在意!钱?只要涉及到你，我花钱从来不皱眉头!你以为我会在乎那些吗?错了!我只是在乎你对我的感情!
我的病你不用担心了。死活与你无关!放长假我就得全面检查了!因为那天检查结果竟然有三个“+”号，医生说很严重!真希望是绝症!反正我也多余!倒是你，经常感冒，要注意身体!感冒药要随时备好!看我，听得瑟吧!我也有同感!
平时上上网，看看电视，打打球之类都很好。当然怎么做是你的事!与我无关!我更无权干涉!你高兴就好!随便吧!
天冷了，穿厚点!ok?说不定什么时候下雪呢!以前还说要下第
一场雪的时候一起玩呢!也许不可能了吧!那你玩好吧!不知哪个女生有那个福气了! 对于我们的感情我尽力了，我不后悔!我不怨谁!像我说过的，我想我们是注定的!我没有权利把责任推给别人!怪只怪我没有让你爱上我的能力!
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我等待、我期盼、我怀念、但是在我的内心深处、隐隐的有一一个念头。。。也许这段感情就这样结束了、我不在乎多花时间、也不吝啬金钱、当然我也没有太多的钱、对于一个男人来说、都有几个面的、对你的依恋只是我的一个面、更多的是、我也需要尊严、需要理解、可能、对于感情我不是很成熟、也许我没有遵守一个月不打扰你的诺言是错的、但是我关心你、我爱你有错吗?我想约你见面、出来玩有错吗?我爱护你、尊重你有错吗?可能、对于你来说、是错的、但是我对我的付出和选择不会后悔
呵呵、现在都结束了、我心里有一块已经死了、也许时间可以淡忘与恢复、也许这就存在于我深深的记忆里、我早说过、我会尊重你的选择的、我自身也有很多毛病、不是每个人都能接受的、也许、我们真的不合适。
就象我说过、关心则乱、投入的越多、也许伤害就越大、一个
朋友说过、失恋让人成长、也许正像他说的那样、我会成熟的、可能过个几年。换个角度来看、一切都是可以品位和接受的、其实九月以来、我是一直试着挽回、也许成见已经太深、爱情的魔箭已经折断、多想说一句：神啊。再多给我点时间。。。。。。。。
相识不是很久、只有半年不到、但是我还是感谢你、与我相知相恋的这半年、要知道、这半年里、我的世界不再是阴冷的、都是阳光和雨露、人生的路还很长、要做的事情还很多、我只是你人生里的一个匆匆过客、但是还是希望你幸福、希望你开心。
最后说一句、保重了!
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time to say goodbye
serving as an ambulance driver in italy during world war i, an eighteen-year-old ernest hemingway was taken to a milan hospital after an explosion badly injured his leg. in that hospital he met one of the great loves of his life—agnes hannah von kurowsky, a twenty-six-year-old american nurse who cared for hemingway as he recuperated. hemingway was infatuated(热恋) with von kurowsky from the start, and for a time she seemed to have feelings for him as well, though von kurowsky later said she merely “liked” him and that their relationship was nothing more than a “flirtation.” hemingway wanted them to get married, but von kurowsky—because of the age difference, her belief that hemingway was immature and aimless, and her interest in other menrejected the idea. in january 1919 hemingway left the hospital but continued to write her. von kurowsky decided she finally had to convince him it was over, and on march 7, 1919, she wrote hemingway the following letter. ernie, dear boy,
i am writing this late at night after a long think by myself, and i am afraid it is going to hurt you, but, i’m sure it won’t harm you
permanently.
for quite awhile before you left, i was trying to convince myself it was a real love-affair, because, we always seemed to disagree, and then arguments always wore me out so that i finally gave in to keep you from doing something desperate. now, after a couple of months away from you, i know that i am still very fond of you, but, it is more as a mother than as a sweetheart. it’s alright to say i’m a kid, but, i’m not, and i’m getting less and less so every day.
so, kid (still kid to me, and always will be) can you forgive me some day for unwittingly deceiving you? you know i’m not really bad, and don’t mean to do wrong, and now i realize it was my fault in the beginning that you cared for me, and regret it from the bottom of my heart. but, i am now and always will be too old, and that’
s the truth, and i can’t get away from the fact that you’re just a boy—a kid. i somehow feel that some day i’ll have reason to be proud of you, but, dear boy, i can’t wait for that day, and it was wrong to hurry a career.
i tried hard to make you understand a bit of what i was thinking on that trip from padua to milan, but, you acted like a spoiled child, and i couldn’t keep on hurting you. now, i only have the courage because i’m far away.
then—and believe me when i say this, it is sudden for me, too， i
expect to be married soon. and i hope and pray that after you thought things out, you’ll be able to forgive me and start a wonderful career and show what a man you really are.
ever admiringly and fondly,
your friend,
aggie