When coupleship kills friendship...

Or how to be down twice



One of those priceless and creative mornings in which you don't need the sun, cos you have it inside. When everything seems so clearly solved that you don't seem to have to worry for anything. That morning you have reached an agreement. Or, rather, a truce: "Let's not kill it, let's keep it alive, even if under a new shape".

In the afternoon the joy moves back to reality and it's harder to keep being high. Again, prejudices, fears, in short: normal life, stick regularly out.

Let's think of the night. When I'll find the little girl who doesn't care. About nothing in special. About anything. Elle s'en fout. Où elle est? Parfois elle vient. Est-ce que j'ai envie de la voir? Bien sûr, quelle bêtise.