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 and objectives.

Then another day comes by… I see you again, with all this feelings, I just wanted… Je t’ai vu là, tu étais dans la ligne, en attendant pour une chose, et je n’ai plus que m’approcher à toi, je te suis donne un embrasse, tu as mis tes bras au tour de mon corps, et je faisais le même, j’ai pu sentir ce qu’il avait de temps que je ne sentais pas, j’ai eu un sentiment étrange, de rencontrer quelqu’un tout à fait oublié ; j’ai trouvé… de vrai tu étais une personne importante pour moi.


Another day, another look in between us, that day wasn’t kind of the day I wanted, and then you looked at me, you talked, and I just couldn’t understand… why would you say that… I used to believe that everything was changed, that we were fine… and then I remembered… “I’m like this with everyone, not particularly with you” Why would you do something like that with everyone?

Sometimes, I just can’t understand anything of you, sometimes I remember of a time when we’re fine, when I knew a part of you that was so sweet, the one that I liked so bad… And then came the other part of you, the one that hurts, the one that makes me weaker… the one that I didn’t liked that much…

Everyone has their demons, I suppose… No-one is perfect, that’s true… Then… When I thought about you… why does my mind always had in mind a part of you that is not the total part of who you are?

My mind was trying to convince me of an idea…

Je suis tombée amoureux d’une idée.

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