Je croyais qu’on était amie.

Il faut croire que je me suis trompé? Tu vas nous laisser comme tu as laissé tomber ton amie l’année précédente pournous rejoindre. Je me sens bizarre… je sais que tu sais que ce que tu fais présentement c’est blessant pour tes vraies amies : pour moi. Cependant, je sais également que certaines d’entres nous n’ont pas été totalement gentilles avec toi depuis certains temps. C’est comme si je suis fâchée contre toi, mais je me sens mal d’être fâchée car je comprends le pourquoi de tes actions. Malgré tout, je choisi d’être contre toi, j’ai toujours été égoïste. Je pensais que notre amitié allait continuer pendant du moins, quelques temps. Quel dommage de jeter à la poubelle une complicité qui avait tant de potentielle.

Alors à la prochaine ma chère, notre amitié fut certes courte, mais formidable, du moins pour les brefs mois qu’elle a vécu.






It was dark outside, dark and cold. She looked at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. 11:59 am. She thought about time. How can time pass so slowly but so fast at once? She thought about the 16 years of life that she had experience until that precise moment. Where did the time go? Suddenly, she felt destabilized, uneasy, and unsure about her future. She thought about so many things at the same time, her mind a storm of thoughts, all clustered into a single moment. I want to live she said quietly to herself. Then, like she needed to her it louder, she repeated the same statement but with more conviction: I do want to live. A small smirk perched itself of her face. Suddenly, everything seemed possible. She was sure that nothing could stop her; she was a living bundle of energy. But then, just like that. Her daydreaming came to an end; she heard her opened window close with an abrupt bang.  She looked at the small, rounded clock on her crispy white wall. 12:00 am.



The Love That We Create


What is love?

In my eyes, love is when you look at something or somebody and you tell yourself that you couldn’t live without that special person/thing.  You wouldn’t feel complete without them/it.

I personally, would very much like to be in love. Real love. The sort of love that destroys you if it’s ignored. I want to shout it from a rooftop somewhere nobody knows. I want a love that keeps me awake from night until dawn when the sun creeps behind the far away mountains. Although it would not be true if I said that I’d enjoyed not being able to sleep, but, not being able to sleep because of love is something completely different.

But who said that one should find its one true love? Maybe there is no one true love after all? Maybe we only believe in that concept because we watch too many movies about it, thus making us believe in something that doesn’t even exist at all. And so if it’s true, what if I never meet that one person? Will I be sad and lonely for the rest of my living days? I don’t think so. Maybe it’s just one very bad excuse for being alone after all… Saying that if you’ve been single for that long, it’s because you haven’t met your other half. It’s a little bit strange coming from me because I’ve never even had a boyfriend… but I still think that it’s bullshit. I just want to love, big love, contagious love, selfish love, happy love, true love, keeping me awake all night love, crazy love, all kinds of love! Even if it’s not my one and only, I just want love.

I believe that love is not something that happens on us, I strongly believe that we create love.

Love is born from us.