Je vais écrire pour et sur vous.

I was told that you've changed. You've changed both for the worse and the better. You've changed both into something new and someone new. If you want to know the truth, everything's still the same here. Nothing's really changed since you were gone. My eyes still open every morning for you, and my heart still beats beautifully fast-- still, for you.

Some things slowly lose their meanings. Like a memory getting wiped out from someone's mind, a dirt being washed away by the pouring rain, old feelings fading away from lovers' hearts.

I would love to get to know you. I would love to be around you all the time. I would love to spend time with a precious and immensely interesting person like you.

I have you, and then I have her. I love you, and then I love her, too. I'm always here for you, but so am I for her, as well. I want to be with both of you, but neither of you wants to be with me, too.

The world is full of doubts and uncertainty and contortion and insanity. But I believe that when I'm with you, all those things cease to exist and just turn into ideas and pure parts of one's imagination and how lovely does that sound, my dear? How comforting it is to know that in this hopeless place we've got ourselves into, there's still a little light that's waiting to shine for us if we want and need it to?

I won't give up just yet. I won't give up as long as my heart beats in a rhythm that I've grown to memorize after all the years like the melody of the song you forced me to listen to that one windy afternoon and you said something along the lines "It'll make you feel better. It really will".

You promised to be with me when the snowflakes started to fall on the ground and the chilly weather once again enveloped and swallowed the warmth of the lands. I am looking forward to that day-- the second you look at me with your radiant eyes, the minute you give me that engaging smile, the moment you hold me with your electrifying hand. I am truly looking forward to that.