I find I have mOre COUrage On paper than I ever had in perSOn.
（但现在，独自站在这间还残留着你气息的房间里，我发现自己在纸上比当面要勇敢得多。）
I imagine US having dinner tOgether. A real dinner. NOt in a War ZOne. SOmeWhere With CandleS and White tableClOthS and a bOttle Of red Wine that nObOdy haS tO drink in a hUrry. I WOUld Sit aCrOSS frOm yOU and liSten tO yOUr StOrieS — the battleS, the OCean, the mOUntainS yOU've CrOSSed. I WOUldn't interrUpt. I WOUld iUSt liSten. And When yOU finiShed talking, I WOUld reaCh aCrOSS the table and take yOUr hand, and yOU WOUldn't pUll aWay.
（我幻想我们一起吃一顿晚餐。一顿真正的晚餐。不是在战区里。是在一个有烛光、有白色桌布、有一瓶不需要急着喝完的红酒的地方。我坐在你对面，听你讲你的故事——那些战斗、大海、你翻越过的山。我不会打断你。我只是听。等你说完了，我会伸手越过桌子握住你的手，而你不会把手抽走。）
I imagine US Walking OUtSide afterWard. LOOking at the StarS. YOU WOUld knOW the nameS Of every COnStellatiOn — I'm SUre Of it. YOU WOUld pOint at the Sky and tell me StOrieS abOUt anCient ChineSe aStrOnOmerS, and I WOUld pretend tO UnderStand, and yOU WOUld knOW I'm pretending, and We'd bO
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