Être amoureux d'une idée
I was resting; I was laid, thinking about someone, someone that I thought I really knew, but then, while I was doing that, I tried to remember... How if, this memory of you that I have… is really true, things right now can be so complicated… Well, things pass for a reason, while next day I saw you, I was looking at you, for a moment without saying anything, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even noticed my look, yes, it was a weird look, kind of sad, trying to understand how can someone loose someone as important as you, the truth is, a feeling of despair came to me, and a little tear came out my eye, of course, I didn’t wanted you to see me, as well as I know you, I knew that it won’t help, neither you or myself…. As days goes by, I was trying to remember, what went wrong, I don’t remember a thing that tells me really what was the problem, but then here we’re, each day more different than the way we’re in that moment… Trying to become something different, chasing our dreams ...