Wincest同人诗搬运（2）(2)

1994年，sam第一次牵起你的手。在impala后座，他与你十指相绕。你闭目紧握。手掌之中，是你的整个天堂。
1998年，你进入了他，如获大赦。潮水拍在岸上，斑斓的色彩对你细语，你尝得到风和雨，熊熊火焰在你心中燃烧，他吻你的地方，当他喊出你的名字时，你知道是他，是他，是他。
2001年，他离开了，你再也不知道你是谁了。
2005年，他回到了你身边。你仍然不知道你是谁，但现在有他在你身边，你想：就算你永远不明白又有什么关系？
1983年，你已经明白你是谁了。你是sam的。
it’s 1983 and your life has purpose. it doesn’t have a name yet. too small to have a name, but you know that you’ll love saying it when the time comes
it’s 1983 and your purpose has a name. his name is sam. you were right. you love saying it now that the time has come. 

sam. sam. sammy. sam.
it’s 1983 and your mom is gone but your purpose isn’t and you feel guilty that this gives you comfort. you’re only four. you don’t know much yet and you ache. but you know this: you will never love anything more than sam.
it’s 1984 and sam smiles for the first time and it’s at you. you haven’t seen anything that bright since your house was on fire.
it’s 1984 and sam’s first step is towards you. you will later discover that, since then, sam’s every step was towards you.