The past belongs to the past, when I met you, I have to admit it, you intrigued me. Your personality influenced on my personality. For me you were someone extraordinary, you almost became my hidden ideal. Your memory haunted me every time, I said to myself...

- We have to speak. - I have nothing tell you. - I if, Léo.. I do not know how to take myself with you there... But I know a thing, I love you, I am in love with you. - Really? I am not there if on me. You do not love to me Jules, you want just that we...

The life is only a dream. A summer dream.

The sadness can last one moment, but we can say to themselves that it is as a music, she will end at the end of time. She will stop, and something of better will arrive.

We left for Germany, after this story we wanted to take distances. It was of my fault. All which took place was of my fault, I did not want to hurt him... Or rather not, I did not want to take the risk that it breaks me the heart. I could not go out with...