I looked at my phone that night.
I knew what I wanted to do.
It was clear.
Like every time, I spent a lot of minutes watching everyone.
I didn't want to be so rude.
My body was shaking.
My heart was pounding like there's no tomorrow.
I was scared.
I put that song.
My hands were at the same place.
On my eyes.
Tears are going to come out.
I looked again.
I miss you.
So much.
I'll do anything for you.
Even if you don't know me.
Even if you really don't think that I still think of you.
But well, who think this?
I pitched my phone.
Because I saw your smile.
Your smile, the one that I loved every single day.
Love is not a feeling.
Love is an illness.
Still midnight, and still thinking about you.
I love you.
I can't not imagine myself liking someone else.
But sometimes, it's just what I want.
Because I am hurting myself.
And it's hurt a lot, darling.
My tears went away, another time.
I want to be strong, but I also do not want to suffer.
Crying, are the best way, nah?
I cannot close my eyes.
I'll cannot close my eyes until I see you.
And it means: never.
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Petit texte anglais🌚
Cela me fait du bien tout simplement d'écrire ce que je ne suis pas capable de dire.
Plus personne n'est actif ici on dirait bien, mais je continue tout de même à poster pour moi-même.
Donc, faites moi un petit signe si vous êtes toujours en vie ☄
Cela me ferait très plaisir :)
Full love 💕