I said I like your ponytail, it's very generic. And you quizzed me with your best half-smile of perplexion and that face that lights up as if smiling, as if trying to humor me in some absurd pursuit. But I said nothing, only quizzically smiled at you in return. For I knew better than to reopen a can of dying worms. So read on, if you dare. I make no reparations for an exhumed heart. I like your ponytail, it's very generic, easy to be mistaken for another's wanton hair, any other's swerving duster. Not unique like it used to be, when your hairlength was too short to be long yet too long to be short, when it tickled your nape but covered your ears, when a buttonup coat was a mismatch. You'd pull back your hair with focused strain to catch enough hairs from falling away. It was short and thin, like the thicker plastic strings they tie sandals together with. It was cute, like an antenna or a waterspout or a backwards snout. I remember when you came to me while I was studying in the classroom beside the courtyard, that empty classroom, full of us. You brought along your nonbobbing ponytail held in place with an unobtrusive scrunchy. Owls? We would talk a chapter, read a mile under the loveless Taipei sun, afraid that every exhale would butterfly into a thunderstorm. And your awkward hair, too thick in the heat but not thick enough to brush aside, would be drawn with focused strain into a ponytail. But now. Now your hairlength has become generic, your wardrobe grown in accompanying years; in place of sneakers, boots; stockings for pants, and a new backpack for new transport needs. As for the memories of yesteryear, will you still deign to reminisce with me? But write on, if I dare. I seek no remuneration for a broken heart. -- 英语文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 个板 defenestrate --

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