When I dream, I feel like a bird who want to sing about love : I feel like I'm floating. I have some silent anxieties, but you make me talk again. If I'm a bird you're an angel.

What I need to do to be with you. It's like a curse which doesn't want to leave me. I don’t have wings anymore and I hope someone will tell me where to find them. Maybe I could ask you ?

Can I at least fall in love with someone else?

I ask myself this question every day.

And as soon as I breathe, my image sinks a little deeper into my mind, letting me believe that the answer is "no".

You're my best enemy and my worst friend...

Letter for D.M.