It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get,
or gyms you join,
or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with
your friends...
You still go to bed every night going over every detail
and wonder what you did wrong or how you could
have misunderstood.
And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy.
and sometimes you can even convince
yourself
that he'll see the light and show up at your
door.
And after all that, however long all
that may be,
you'll go somewhere new,
you'll meet people who make you feel
worthwhile again.
little pieces of your soul will finally
come back.
and all that fuzzy stuff, those
years of your life that you wasted,
that will eventually begin to
fade.
我也中毒似的把这部翻出来又看了一遍
艾格尼说的感触，我想我至少是可以体会一部分的
喜欢上了一个错的人
每天纠结自己有什么地方做错了，抑或哪儿做得还不够好
关注着对方的一举一动、一个眼神，深怕自己错过了哪个小细节
这样的青涩岁月，大概谁都会有过
只是就像盛夏光年里的一样，纵然它再美好，也逃不开应有的宿命
然后就在这样或那样的故事里，我们慢慢长大，同时也逐渐
