Thank You For Being my Love
情人节快乐！
最近两天在B站看Sadie & P的视频，她们是一对同性恋人，一对年龄相差28岁的同性恋人。起初只是觉得她们录的The Whisper Challenge很有意思，后来发现，她们本身就是有趣的人，无论是作为个体还是cp。
Sadie是土耳其人，属于不论从哪个角度都好看的类型（神似我的一个朋友：），爱记录分享生活，看她的视频给人感觉像是在和亲近的朋友讲话，你会渐渐知道她最喜欢的颜色、最喜欢的动物、最喜欢的电影，了解她的家庭、习惯...从琐碎小事到深邃思想，虽然和她是同龄人，但我远不及她擅长思考与表达，差不多是她的脑子里有星辰大海而我只有木屑尘埃。
P是意大利人，现在是一个电影制作人，看起来比真实年纪起码小十岁，看她年轻时的照片甚至胜过了现在Sadie的魅力，爱笑独立以及独特，这样的女性大概不管在什么年龄段都会是人群中极具吸引力的那个。和Sadie在一起后，她辞掉了在多伦多某个政府部门的稳定工作，买掉了房子，举家搬到毛利岛。虽说四十不惑五十知天命，可当下有多少人舍得放弃自己大半辈子的工作和生活，换去另一个地方重新开始？很难吧，起码对我来说是这样。
Sadie十五岁去加拿大念书，开始意识到自己的喜欢女生，同时也开始被抑郁症困扰。她会画画会唱歌会弹吉他会剪视频，或者说是擅长。八十岁的灵魂束缚于二十岁躯壳，她的魅力在于许多话都能触动到我，像是被什么东西敲了脑袋，恍然大悟原来还可以从这个层面想问题，原来还可以这样去表达。跟自己强调过无数次保持思考，可越大越喜欢生活在习惯里，懒得动脑懒得说话，的确是我的致命缺点。
P二十多岁到加拿大，结婚生子，度过了20多年幸福的婚姻生活，后来同丈夫离婚，成为朋友。除了朝九晚五的稳定工作外，她还热爱电影制作，并且用爱发电，成为了优秀的电影制作人。再后来遇见Sadie，在一起工作、聊天，毫不意外她们拥有许多共同话题，慢慢成为好朋友，一年两年三年直到相互确认关系，得到双方家人的接受与认同。互相吸引的爱情，无关性别年纪。
Sadie会和P聊人生、聊过往感情、当下感受...
Sadie会和P的女儿Arte聊关于她对Sadie的第一印象、对妈妈新恋情的看法...
P会和Sadie的妈妈聊更年期后的变化、生孩子之后的感觉...
在Sadie & P的爱情中，仿佛没有什么事情是不可以通过深聊来解决问题、增进了解的。沟通不论在哪里都是可贵的交流途径，平淡生活里有一个可以无所不谈、激发灵感、碰撞思维、共同进步的ta更是可贵。常有人说我们越是羡慕什么代表越是缺少什么，我钦羡Sadie & P的爱情态度，钦羡她们对事物深邃的见解，钦羡她们拥有开明包容的家人...而这些，确是我不曾拥有的东西。
记得Sadie说她和P是在情人节确定关系，恰巧昨晚看到Sadie写给P的情诗，温柔俏皮可爱，反反复复看了十几遍，记录在这里，可能不够准确，不过依然能尝到棉花糖的味道。我最喜欢的一句：I see you; I see all of you, the good and the bad. But for some reason, the bad is just a part of the good.
情人节快乐~
Thank You For Being my Love
Sadie
Can you blame me for wanting to be with you everyday
Wanting to hold you, touch you, kiss you, put my legs on your lap,
So you can put your arms around me and hold me.
Can you blame me when I get magnetized to your body
When I see you cross the road and I want to get closer to you
When my eyes meet your eyes and all can think is how the hell did I get so lucky?
Maybe you are not that special after all,
Maybe you are just another human being,
But then why I’m so attracted to you?
Is this what falling in love means?
This falling in love means seeing that only person in a room when you’re surrounded by hundreds.
You’re special to me.
And you know what?
I hope I’m special to you.
But sometimes I can’t be sure.
What if I’m not good enough?
What if I don’t shin out in the room?
What if looking at hundreds of faces my face is not different to you?
I’ll never know, because I can never see through your eyes.
But I want you to know,
I looking though my eyes, you’re shinning brighter than the stars.
I see you; I see all of you, the good and the bad.
But for some reason, the bad is just a part of the good.
And I see your vulnerabilities,
I see what makes human and it makes you even more attractive to me which is strange. It’s really strange.
Maybe Cupid did shot me with the arrow in the ass.
The damn Cupid!
Well, I may as well make the best of it.
So I’ll honor this that you’re my special little someone,
And I hope that I’m yours.
I’ll dream about our future together,
And even if we never get to that future, the dream will always stick with me, and I will know that I can love.
And that’s special in this world.
You’re my love.
Thank You For Being my Love.
Bye.
