Tell me the story of how the sun and the moon were friends...

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Juste un petit texte écrit pour un cours d'anglais, afin de s'exercer et dans mon cas, de s'amuser. Thème libre, aucune contrainte si ce n'est faire plus de cent cinquante mots. Juste un petit texte écrit à propos de moi et d'un camarade de classe, en réaction à des moments au lycée et aux actes de certaines personnes, professeurs ou élèves confondus, que j'avais envie de vous faire partager. ^^

We hear them, and the way they laugh. We hear them, and what they say about us. They think so loudly we can know their thoughts. They all believe we're lovers. They all believe we kiss, after school, and they often ask if we're together, if you're my boyfriend. None of them understood you're my friend. Not the friend for a day, the one I fall in love with, no. You're more like this friend I can tell everything to, the one who knows my joy, my sadness and some of my secrets. None of them understood, yet I've tried to explain this a thousand times before.
I see them smiling as I hold your hand, and I hear them sometimes, giggling, making allusions... They're not rude - at least not intentionally - but it really makes me uncomfortable. Yes, I'm blushing... Why do they think we love each other ? Why can't I hold your hand without them laughing, telling we're a couple ? None of them understood it's my way to be brave, fight back tears when I miss my family, my friends, my home, and smile again. None of them understood, because only a few people know about how I feel. Only my friends. Only those I trust enough to talk with opened-heart.
You know, last night, the moon told me they had lied, they were wrong : the sun and her were just friends, really. And she was proud, because among thousands of stars, up in the starry sky, none of them laughed of their relationship. Still, people laugh of us, believe I'm your girlfriend. They say we love each other. None of them wants to accept that we're only good friends. Just because you're a boy, and because I'm a girl.

Ce texte, comme vous l'aurez remarqué, parle de l'amitié fille-garçon, parce que je suis très proche d'un camarade de classe, on rit ensemble, on se tient la main parfois, on discute tout le temps, on se fait des confidences, on parle de tout, de rien, de nos vies, juste un peu, on partage nos livres et je pose la tête sur son épaule quand je suis fatiguée... Les autres filles de la classe - car nous sommes vingt-et-une filles pour deux garçons - pensent que nous sommes un couple, nous taquinent là-dessus, les professeurs, même, parfois, ce qui est plus lassant.
Mais on ne s'aime pas, pas comme ça. ^^

Vous allez bien sinon ? <3

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