I miss you

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Un autre texte fait en anglais, sur un thème qui me tient à coeur, et sur quelqu'un en particulier, une des personnes que j'aime le plus au monde. Je mets ces petits paragraphes, ça fait des updates, en attendant que je cherche autre chose à mettre sur le rantbook (faut que je fasse les tags, aussi, lol). Vous me direz ce que vous en pensez, si ça vous parle, la distance...

I miss you, waking up, as the sun is rising. I miss you while at school, looking at the blue sky. I miss you, playing hide and seek with sleep under the starry sky. I miss you everyday, every hour, every minute and every second. I miss you when I laugh, I miss you when I cry. I miss you making me smile, even playing with me. I miss those days at the amusement park, or at home cooking, or on ice, iceskating together. I miss your voice, your smile, your hugs, your soft kisses on my cheeks when I was younger. I miss you being cute with your girlfriend, protective and loving with me, your cousin. Your "little sister"... I miss you studying, reading stories for the little ones - Romain, Charlotte, Laurianne - and liking them, calling me by fancy names. I miss your bravery, your loyalty, your intelligence, your patience, your sarcasm sometimes.
I miss every single little thing. I just miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. It's like having your heart torn apart an a piece of it a thousand miles away. I miss my brother, my home, where I belong to... But nobody understands, not even my parents, how much you mean to me. I love you, Arnaud. To the moon and back. If you can adopt a child, or parents, why wouldn't I be able to adopt you as my brother ? I love you, I miss you, you told me you do, too... Soon we'll see each other again, as we've promised... But I have something to ask you. You know, a Japanese legend says if you can't sleep it's because you're awake in someone else's dream. Please, make me play hide and seek with sleep again. I love you.

A bientôt ! Et jusqu'à la prochaine fois... Spoilers. ~

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