I like to think to myself some other things happened that night

I like to know they were people I talked to. I like to remember I had fun before you came in, Adam and I took pictures with Zoe in the kitchen, you should ask her she'll show you. Adam likes me and I know you knew he would and you feel like proud of yourself when people like him say I'm great.
I like to know nothing changed when you decided to come say hi and that now it will never change anything.
When you first came in yesterday I felt like I was dying with heroin.
I always feel like I'm dying when you do something for the first time because there is nothing deeper I can compare you with.
Octave said we couldn't stop talking you and me. This is true, oh god this is so true.

Some other things happened then and some others will.
I want you to know you'll stay in my mind when they will as it has always been.

You said things were back in order now.
This is such an unfair thing to say. Things had always been in order as I love you from the second we met and this is never, never going to change. I will still love you when you'll get older than you already are because you are forever young to me.
I will love you if you still depressed because you are not anymore when we are together.

You know I can't forget. I don't wanna try cause this are the best things I had in my life. The day we met we went to ***** and it was something like 3. I remember the place. You said "so who are you Lux?" and I said nobody and you gave me a bag and CDs and stickers. We walked to Colonel Fabien and you went into a bar to ask our way.

Lost, already. Together, already.

In the metro you said you broke up with you seven years girlfriend and even thought that was a lie that's ok. Thank you for lying to me here.

Then you followed me to school to pick up the kids and you gave them Kinders. I love you. We went to another bar and you met my friends and they said you were crap. We went to another bar with a jukebox, here you cancelled your train to stay for the night and you know what, I know exactly when and why you decided to do it.
You were singing that song from America and I knew the lyrics. That is why we stick too.

About me, about me.

Whatever happened afterwards and every single day eversince I remember the whole of it. I always liked to think about it even when I was crying for you and even if I know nothing will ever be better in my life because this is why I am fighting.

You are my best friend and I love you.
People don't like it and they are jealous and they can say what they want because the more they will be talking about us the more time we'll spend together alone in the studio thinking about how beautiful life can be now that we can be not appart.

Yesterday you told me things were back to the way they had to be thanks to me not being in love with you anymore and I smiled at you but you know what, this morning I cried because this is so untrue and what is true is that I loved you since the second we met, and for since I am yours and proud to be whatever you don't want me to be and say we are happier appart.
I know we are. That's the best way not to cheat on each other and not to argue. But we don't do arguments anyway.

You are my man. I love you this is so unfair we can't be together why are you always away why did you choose her and why didn't you like my boyfriend if you don't love me. Why do you always say things I want you to say and why do you always feel how I feel and why do you always call when I miss your voice and why do you always make me laught when I'm sad and showing up when I am wondering where you are and how's life for you. Even when I hadn't think about you for WEEKS you still do it.
What kind of soulmates are we, would you tell me that?

I don't want to ask you why and all that shit cause I know why and I know you don't want me to ask but, you know, this is hard going back to my life after meeting you.

I wish you are happy forever.

Le temps qu'il nous reste

Quelque part dans l'hiver il y a toujours ce moment où je reviens vers toi, et par quelque détour que je prenne en cet instant je sais qu'à tout jamais je le prendrais, et que rien, ni les étés passés loin de toi, ni ceux où j'ai peur de ne plus t'aimer car nous nous connaissons bien trop et que les gens que l'on fréquente un jour sont ceux que l'on délaisse aussitôt, ni ça, ni la fièvre de la jeunesse, ni la froideur des futures années, oh non rien, jamais rien, rien que toi et moi et l'éternité de l'amour dans nos promesses de n'être que l'un à l'autre et à l'immensité de nos ébats.

Amour de porcelaine, fragile et précieux, amour d'érain, solide et tenace.

Amour des jeunes années, amour de la pierre sur laquelle j'écris mon prénom, amour du sable sur lequel j'écris le tien. Amour immuable, amour sans cesse retrouvé et joie de cet amour aisé.

Amours aisés qui sont ceux que l'on ne perd jamais, avoir peur et pleurer puis courir vers toi, bonheur suprême d'être à tes cotés, délivrance immédiate grâce au temps qu'il nous reste.

Il y a des vies qui ne valent la peine que par l'union hasardeuse de celle qui vit et de celle qui là fait vivre, telle était nos pas, bien gardés.

Les amis de toute une vie, liés à jamais par celle qui les relit, liés à jamais par ton ciel sous lequel nous nous ébattons, criant, sautillant, grapillait des instants d'une vie qui n'a de sens que parce qu'elle est sous ton ciel.

Ciel protecteur, ciel lourd de nos amours à tous qui se ressemblent tant nous y foulons tes pavés à la mesure de nos amours, nos amours d'un été, nos amours d'une vie et ils portent tous ton nom. La vie éternelle, ici, nulle part ailleurs.

Délices de te retrouver, triomphante de tous les hivers depuis le début des siècles, délice de te retrouver toujours grandie, majestueuse, déjà enivrée du parfum des vague des temps à venir.

Toi et moi nous nous y retrouverons tous les étés de toute la vie, ce toi informe qui épousera toutes les formes de la passion, toi blond, toi brun, toi et moi et elle et lui auquels nous ressemblons de toute façon un peu. A travers nos amours toujours le sien vainqueur, je ne t'aimerais que sous son souffle et je reviendrais tous les jours te dire que je t'aime et que je suis née le jour où je suis arrivée, et que je ne mourrais ni sous les bombes ni sous le sable, que l'océan viendra nous rechercher et que nous y vivrons jusqu'à la mort.

O l'amour, l'amour jusque mes ennemis, ennemis masqués qui ressemblent à des amis. Les ennemis de là bas, des combattants du même sang, amis d'ici, des étrangers.

Je te dédie ces mots et les suivants.