the notebook-恋恋笔记本(英文版)- 第28部分

The　bad　news　is　that　my　hands　prevent　me　from　using　either　my　cane　or　wheelchair；　so　I　must　march　now　to　my　own　unique　cadence　to　keep　upright。　Not　left…right…left　as　in　my　youth；　or　even　the　shuffle…shuffle　of　late；　but　rather　slow…shuffle；　slide…the…right；　slow…shuffle。　I　am　on　an　epic　adventure　now　when　I　travel　the　halls。

　When　I　return　to　my　room；　I　know　I　will　not　sleep。　I　breathe　deeply　and　smell　the　springtime　fragrances　that　filter　through　the　open　window。　There　is　a　slight　chill　in　the　air　and　I　find　that　I　am　invigorated　by　the　change　in　temperature。　Evelyn；　one　of　the　many　nurses　here；　helps　me　to　the　chair　by　the　window。　She　puts　her　hand　on　my　shoulder　and　pats　it　gently。　She　says　nothing；　and　by　her　silence　I　know　that　she　is　staring　out　of　the　window。　Then　she　leans　forward　and　tenderly　kisses　me　on　the　cheek。

〃It's　good　to　have　you　back。　Allie's　missed　you　and　so　have　the　rest　of　us。　We　were　all　praying　for　you　because　it's　just　not　the　same　around　here　when　you're　gone。〃　She　smiles　at　me　and　touches　my　face　before　she　leaves。　I　say　nothing。

The　stars　are　out　tonight　and　the　crickets　are　singing。　As　I　sit；　I　wonder　if　anyone　outside　can　see　me；　this　prisoner　of　flesh。　I　search　the　courtyard；　looking　for　signs　of　life；　but　there　is　nothing。　Even　the　creek　is　still。　In　the　darkness　it　looks　like　empty　space　and　I　find　that　I'm　drawn　to　its　mystery。　I　watch　for　hours；　and　as　I　do　I　see　the　reflection　of　clouds　on　the　water。　A　storm　is　ing　and　in　time　the　sky　will　turn　silver；　like　dusk　again。

Lightning　cuts　the　wild　sky　and　I　feel　my　mind　drift　back。　Who　are　we；　Allie　and　I？　Are　we　ancient　ivy　on　a　cypress　tree；　tendrils　and　branches　intertwined　so　closely　that　we　would　both　die　if　we　were　forced　apart？　Another　bolt　and　the　table　beside　me　is　lit　enough　to　enable　me　to　see　a　picture　of　Allie；　the　best　one　I　have。　I　had　it　framed　years　ago　in　the　hope　that　the　glass　would　make　it　last　for　ever。　I　reach　for　it　and　hold　it　inches　from　my　face。　She　was　forty…one　when　it　was　taken；　and　she　had　never　been　more　beautiful。　There　are　so　many　things　I　want　to　ask　her；　but　I　know　the　picture　won't　answer；　so　I　put　it　aside。

I　finally　stand　and　walk　to　my　desk　and　turn　on　the　lamp。　This　takes　more　effort　than　I　think　it　will；　and　I　am　strained；　so　I　do　not　return　to　the　window　seat。　I　sit　down　and　spend　a　few　minutes　looking　at　the　pictures　on　my　desk。　Family　pictures；　pictures　of　children　and　vacations。　Pictures　of　Allie　and　me。

Since　this　seems　to　be　a　night　of　memories；　I　look　for　and　find　my　wedding　ring。　It　is　in　the　top　drawer；　wrapped　in　tissue。　I　cannot　wear　it　any　more　because　my　knuckles　are　swollen　and　my　fingers　lack　for　blood。　I　unwrap　the　tissue　and　find　it　unchanged。　It　is　powerful—a　symbol；　a　circle—and　I　know；　I　know；　there　could　never　have　been　another。　I　whisper　aloud；　〃I　am　still　yours；　Allie；　my　queen；　my　timeless　beauty。　You　are；　and　always　have　been；　the　best　thing　in　my　life。〃

It　is　eleven　thirty　and　I　look　for　the　letter　she　wrote　to　me；　the　one　I　read　when　the　mood　strikes　me。　I　find　it　where　I　last　left　it。　I　open　it　and　my　hands　begin　to　tremble：

Dear　Noah；

I　write　this　letter　by　candlelight　as　you　lie　sleeping　in　the　bedroom　we　have　shared　since　the　day　we　were　married。　I　see　the　flame　beside　me　and　it　reminds　me　of　another　fire　from　decades　ago；　with　me　in　your　soft　clothes；　and　I　knew　then　we　would　always　be　together；　even　though　I　wavered　the　following　day。　My　heart　had　been　captured　by　a　southern　poet；　and　I　knew　inside　that　it　had　always　been　yours。　Who　was　I　to　question　a　love　that　rode　on　shooting　stars　and　roared　like　crashing　waves？　For　that　is　what　it　was　between　us　then　and　that　is　what　it　is　today。

I　remember　ing　back　to　you　the　day　after　my　mother　left。　I　was　so　scared　because　I　was　sure　you　would　never　forgive　me　for　leaving　you。　I　was　shaking　as　I　got　out　of　the　car；　but　you　took　it　all　away　with　your　smile。　〃How　about　some　Coffee？〃　was　all　you　said。　And　you　never　brought　it　up　again　in　all　our　years　together。

Nor　did　you　question　me　when　I　would　leave　and　walk　alone　during　the　next　few　days。　When　I　came　in　with　tears　in　my　eyes；　you　always　knew　whether　I　needed　you　to　hold　me　or　to　just　let　me　be。　I　don't　know　how　but　you　did；　and　you　made　it　easier　for　me。　Later；　when　we　went　to　the　small　chapel　and　exchanged　our　rings　and　made　our　vows；　I　looked　into　your　eyes　and　knew　I　had　made　the　right　decision。　More　than　that；　I　knew　I　was　foolish　for　ever　considering　someone　else。　I　have　never　wavered　since。

We　had　a　wonderful　life　together；　and　I　think　about　it　a　lot　now。　I　close　my　eyes　sometimes　and　see　you　with　speckles　of　grey　in　your　hair；　sitting　on　the　porch　and　playing　your　guitar　while　little　ones　play　and　clap　to　the　music　you　create。　〃You're　a　better　father　than　you　know；〃　I　tell　you　later；　after　the　children　are　sleeping。

I　love　you　for　many　things；　especially　your　passions：　love　and　poetry　and　fatherhood　and　friendship　and　beauty　and　nature。　And　I　am　glad　you　have　taught　the　children　these　things；　for　I　know　their　lives　are　better　for　it。　They　tell　me　how　special　you　are　to　them；　and　it　makes　me　feel　like　the　luckiest　woman　alive。

You　have　taught　me　as　well；　and　inspired　me　and　supported　me　in　my　painting；　and　you　will　never　know　how　much　it　has　meant　to　me　that　you　were　always　there；　encouraging　me。　You　understood　my　need　for　my　own　studio；　my　own　space；　and　saw　beyond　the　paint　on　my　clothes　and　in　my　hair。　I　know　it　was　not　easy。　It　takes　a　man　to　do　that；　Noah；　to　live　with　something　like　that。　And　you　have。　For　forty…five　years　now。　Wonderful　years。

You　are　my　best　friend　as　well　as　my　lover；　and　I　do　not　know　which　side　of　you　I　enjoy　the　most。　I　treasure　each　side；　just　as　I　have　treasured　our　life　together。　You　have　something　inside　you；　Noah；　something　beautiful　and　strong。　Kindness；　that's　what　I　see　when　I　look　at　you　now；　that's　what　everyone　sees。　Kindness。

I　know　you　think　me　crazy　for　making　us　write　our　story　before　we　finally　leave　our　Home；　but　I　have　my　reasons　and　I　thank　you　for　your　patience。　I　never　told　you　why；　but　now　I　think　it　is　time　you　knew。　We　have　lived　a　lifetime　most　couples　never　know；　and　when　I　look　at　you　I　am　frightened　by　the　knowledge　that　all　this　will　be　ending　soon。　For　we　both　know　my　prognosis。　I　worry　more　about　you　than　I　do　about　me；　because　I　fear　the　pain　I　know　you　will　go　through。　There　are　no　words　to　express　my　sorrow　for　this。

I　love　you　so　deeply；　so　incredibly　much；　that　I　will　find　a　way　to　e　back　to　you　despite　my　disease；　I　promise　you　that。　And　this　is　where　the　story　es　in。　When　I　am　lost　and　lonely；　read　this　story—just　as　you　told　it　to　the　children—and　know　that　in　some　way　I　will　realize　it's　about　us。　And　perhaps；　just　perhaps；　we　will　find　a　way　to　be　together　again。

Please　don't　be　angry　with　me　on　days　I　do　not　remember　you—　we　both　know　they　will　e。　Know　that　I　will　always　love　you；　and　no　matter　what　happens；　know　that　I　have　led　the　greatest　life　possible。　My　life　with　you。

Noah；　wherever　you　are　and　whenever　you　read　this；　I　love　you。　I　love　you　deeply；　my　husband。　You　are；　and　always　have　been；　my　dream。

Allie

　

　　　　I　put　the　letter