Oh dear oh dear
To those of you in the know. You can see that not only is the title of this post in french. But on top of that it talks of a little white rabbit. So if you know me you know whats being talked about in this lovely post. So what to start about iv been. I've been thinking about writing this post for a while now. It seemed to me as of late my mind has been drifting back in time. So i thought the past months i have not talked to her. I thought why that was. Of that I'm not sure but I've noticed that when one or the other is very involved with some one else it stops. I can't speak for her of course but there is this neat thing that happens. When ever the two parts talk and become a whole. It's strangle like and this is cliched but it feels almost like falling in love again. I believe this is a truly shocking and rare thing. To feel like your falling every time you talk to some one. With that said i don't think that the love we both fall into when we talk is gonna make me go out and leave who ever I'm with or make her go and run into my arms. Not much as either one may fantasy's about it on a dark lonely day (ha ha). But it's love just the same which is remarkable when you think the last time we where in that kinda of a state. Or even the last time i really saw her face and maybe that's the reason because we're trapped in some kind of memory. How ever i doubt that as the reason. What i think is far more likely is the simple answer. Two people are in love and always have been (ha ha). Not that it helps or changes lives to realize that its juts interesting to know. That there's this strong love binding two people even if they never talk again. But are history will always be recorded on the bedroom wall and I'm better off having meet her. I think she might say the same.
No matter how inviting it is to day dream of walking down the street one day past where we used to sit and talk. Find her there sitting there with her legs dangling dangerously over the water. To walk over and sit by her side and talk simple talk. have her tired head slip onto her shoulder have your chapped lips graze her head. As both of your heavy lips draw slowly closed and to sit there in are spot to know that both your long wary roads. brought us back to one another and you may know finally rest for ever easily in each others arms. It's just a dream and you keep walking by your spot and you smile and remember the time when you had felt that.
Even if you know that she has long left me and i have probably long left her. The chance of the us meeting and joining for real has long slipped into being a dream i will not be sad because you are out there some where and hopefully I am in the place i should and you are where you are to be.
So i know longer lament but instead i smile and hope that we can talk. But talk comes with fear and questions. Why do i love her so still. What if i gave it all up and changed the world to stand by her side.Fear to hurt them by talking and being unable to be there's again. Maybe she has the same thoughts as me. If so id says it's worth it to talk always has been. If she doesn't then i envy your strength
Le lapin vous allez où je ne peux pas suivre. Mais si vous avez besoin de moi écoute le vent il toujours sera le chuchotement mes espoirs, mon rêve et mon amour pour vous
So this one goes out to you and your untouchable face :)
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