I don't understand other people who don't trust you...
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Vendredi 26 octobre 2007 à 13:08
I don't understand other people who don't trust you...
Mardi 2 octobre 2007 à 21:25
She was only four years old. The attitude of her young age, made her
hope still in something. Everywhere, she was discreet, always behind her big brother,
who wanted to take all the attention. He didn't want a sister, he had
lived alone some years and he had loved that. When she had arrived, he was not
really glad, but he must have accepted to give her, her own place. She had now
taken her place, and showed that she didn't need anyone,
she was very
autonomous in spite of her very young age.
The day after of her fourth year,
all was changed. Indeed, she did not know that, this famous day, I would arrive. I was not exceptionnal but I was the thing that she would have wanted
since she was born : a sister. She could not believe that I had arrived.
I remember her eyes. Her beautiful eyes full of kindness and love. It was
amazing what she could bring with each of her steps. She was amazing, and she is
still amazing. She was in charge of me, and she has played with me so much. She
showed me what I could or could not do. She was my model : she led me in the
good way. I could not do anything without her point of view. She was all for
me. She was strong and I admired her. If she wanted to do something, I wanted
straight away the same thing. Some thought I had not personality, but that was
not the case,
I just thought through her.
The more she grew up, the more she wanted to de independente. I did not understand, I did not see the difference, I
was so young. I wanted always to be with
her, but she wanted always to be far from me. That was hard. I cried and
she was tired of me. It was the beginning of a long fight between us. Each grew
at her rate, that's why there were many problems of comprehension. Always the
word to hurt the other. Underline our differences, and in the way to hurt,
underline the other's fault. I wanted just the conflict because that was the
only way for her to look at me... And one day, she left me. She could not put up
with me any more. That was too much. I did not want that, I was so sorry, but I
could not tell her.
I was lost without her.
Nevertheless, as she had left, we could speak normally, I was so joyful. There were no conflicts any more : the war was over. Since always, I trust her so much and I knew I could tell her all I wanted. And one day, I was so surprised. She has never been able to trust me, because of my ‘non-respect' of the secret. But that day, she has cried in front of me, and told me what was wrong. I was listening to her. I was sad for her. She is like a part of me. Now, she knows that I'll be there for her. She knows that she can tell me what she wants, I can keep a secret. I have just grown up. Day after day, our relation is better and sometimes, only one look is enough for us to understand the other...
Vendredi 28 septembre 2007 à 15:10
Never mind.
C'est si facile de rêver. Encore un peu d'espoir. Ah non, tu as sans doute raison, il n'y en a plus. C'est dommage, la vie paraissait belle. Les espoirs s'envolent toujours mais ils nous oublient. J'ai juste besoin d'ouvrir les yeux. Non laisse moi rêver. Tout y est plus beau. Les étoiles y brillent toujours. Elles ne m'ont pas abandonné là-bas. On va la retrouver cette étoile. J'sais déja que tu vas m'aider. Tu m'aides déjà toi, tu sais. Pis on trouvera le moyen de le supprimer ce coeur. On trouvera le moyen d'oublier. Perdre. Et retrouver. Mais toujours garder le sourire. Et rire. Merci tu m'fais rire.
Pleurer aussi mais bon... Les mots sont touchants parfois. Et marquant, t'as raison. Pourquoi là, je m'adresse à toi?
"I'm losing my mind and I don't think it's clever..."
"Tu veux pas le prendre dans l'autre sens? -Qui ça?" [Hihi sacré toi.]