---原文---
Looking at him now from the balustrade, I felt something so tender for him that it reminded me how eagerly I had rushed to B. to catch him before he'd even made it into post office. This was the best person I'd ever known in my life. I had chosen him well. I opened the gate and skipped down the several rocks and reached him.
"I was waiting for you," I said.
"I thought you'd gone to sleep. I even thought you didn't want to."
"No, Waiting. I just turned the lights off."
I looked up to our house. The window shutters were all closed. I bent down and kissed him on his neck. It was the first time I had kissed him with feeling, not just desire. He put his arm around me. Harmless, if anyone saw.
"What were you doing?" I asked.
"Thinking."
"About?"
"Things. Going back to the States. The course I have to teach this fall. The book. You."
"Me?"
"Me?" He was mimicking my modesty.
"No one else?"
"No one else."
---中譯修訂---
從欄杆這裡望著他，因他而生的感覺是如此溫柔，這讓我想起自己曾經多麼急切地趕往B城，甚至在他還沒進郵局前就追上他。在我這輩子認識的人當中，他是最好的人。我選擇他是對的。我打開柵門，跳過幾塊岩石，來到他的身邊。
「我在等你。」我說。
「我以為你睡了。我甚至以為你不想。」
「才不是，我在等。我只是將燈關了。」
我仰望我們的房子。百葉窗全都關上。我彎下腰，親吻他的脖子。這是我第一次帶著情感吻他，而不僅只是慾望。他伸手摟著我，就算別人看到也無傷大雅。
「你在做什麼？」我問。
「想事情。」
「想什麼？」
「一些事。回到美國。今年秋天要教的課。那本書。你。」
「我？」
「我？」他模仿我的羞怯。
「沒別人？」
「沒別人。」
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