JAMMING,
JAMMING,
JAMMING,
JAMMING,
JAMMING.

A peine réveillée et j'me dis que 4 jours c'est peu,
mais c'est déjà bien trop...

♥

Franchement, je t'aime.

Je voudrais encore et encore manger du fromage blanc, jouer à Fable et écouter High Tone avec toi.

Maxime? A quoi ça sert l'amour?

I'm here, just next to you and I can see your smile. I can touch your skin. I can feel your lovely smell. I can hear your wonderful laugh. I can taste your lips. Is it the night? Is it the morning or the afternoon? We dunno. And the world is probably moving and living but, we don't care. We're in an other place. Just, away from all.

Please, let me feel it again.

On traverse encore le temps, s'il te plaît?