Lettre à un ami

Overheated

Today, I made another attempt.

I wan-

No.

I need to talk to you, again, just... for a couple of minute, but I haven't got the strenght...

I haven't enough strenght for anything, even to end my own life.

Because of that, I'm writing you these lines, knowing full well that you will never read any of them.

I haven't seen you in six days, six little and insignificant day and it's like I can't breath anymore.

I need you in my life, more than books, more than food, more than water, more than oxygen, more than anyone or anything.

You're the prettiest person I ever met, in every sense of the word, I mean It.

I'm trying to get some sleep but the only thing I managed to do is getting haunted by your omnipresent smile, your brown eyes, your pink nails, your ginger hair, your cracked tooth, your percings, the softness of your skin, the sweet taste of your lips.

All my encounters are dull since we met, that day in August...

Why isn't everyone like you ?

If there is any god up there, then your the only one he made his image.

Why didn't I told you all those things before you left, when you were still here, with me ?

When I was still able to laugh, to live ?

I've never understood the scope of the world "regret" so well.

Why can we suffer so much ?

They say "I think therefore I am" but without you I'm not.

Maybe we'll see each other again sooner if... you know... I'm done.

As Sebastian says, you've chosen you name well, because without you there isn't any light.

Love, Jon.