There are those who are made for happiness. Some others are not. There are those who are made for money. Some others for poverty. There are those who are made for lust. Some others are ugly. There are those who have good health. Some others smoke. There are those who are made to kill. Some others are killed. There are those who are lucky. Some others have debt. There are those who are made for love. Some others are hated. There are those who are made for music. Some others are deaf. There are those who are made to live. Some others die. There are those who are made to build things. Some others destroy everything.
I can finally feel the taste of happiness. I finally understand the real meaning of this word. I don't know how long it will last, but it's right here.
It fills all my chest. She fills my entire body, my whole mind, with joy. I did believe in love, but what I didn't know is that I was going to fall in love so fast. I can't think of anything else. Her name will be written across my heart, until my last breath.
If she leaves, I'll be lost.
I didn't know either that I could be that corny. But unfortunately I am
Et la même scène tourne en boucle dans ma tête. Si je balançais tout, comme ça, en plein milieu de ce grand silence ? Mais je sais très bien que je ne le ferais pas. Et si, de simples paroles pouvaient me faire arrêter de vivre ? Ça paraît effrayant non ? Alors, nous continuerons ce trajet, sans un mot.