Old times

This picture of happiness, this little moment i just saw, and i just realized, you're still here, you're the one I want to run toward when i'll accomplish the greatest thing of my life. It hurts to realize I haven't moved on. That it's still you and that I miss you so much.

I just know why I stopped synchronized swimming, because it was part of my old life, of my life with you. And seeing that tonight, it's just going back to these times.

Do you remember our nights in Bandol? Do you remember the smell in the appartment, the marble under our feet, the sea outside, the summer heat? You on the couch, you near me, you here.

I want to go back there tonight, just feel that again. Run into your arms and forget....

See your smile, see your eyes, smell your perfume.

Why is it still your picture I see when I look in the future?? Why can't I get that off my mind?? When will I be over you? When will I move on and when will I stop crying for small details reminding me of you?

If I tell you a secret, can you keep it?? Je t'.... and there are many other things I want to tell you, but I can't now... so.... I dream.