You and I

This is story like this one that got WeekendaDeux started. To build memories and dreams…

My noises are not enough quiet. Your silences are too loud. Our reflection in the mirror. The emptiness of our nights on the dotted line of our sentiments. Our journey toward the unknown.

I’m exhausted of waiting. I’m frustrated of wondering. This is the emotional solitude. The solitude of sentiments. I haven’t chosen it and I’m tired of waiting to get older. I want to live again. I want to dream again. I want to wake up full of dreams and go to bed full of souvenirs. Full of happiness.

I’m no longer part of your world. And you’re slowly slipping away from mine. Our paths are bending in different directions. Or at least diverging more often. Our expectations are no longer the same. I’m getting older. Too rapidly. This is not who I am or who I want to be. Not yet at least.

You probably don’t know what you want. You probably want to be somewhere else. I’m probably not in your life anymore. It’s not you and I. It’s 2 people living together without dreams. I want to be happy but I’m no longer part of your happiness. I’m part of your past in a world without future. I’m a stranger sitting on the sideline of a road without destination.

I want to dream again together. To be one again. To build a future. To bring back the hope and desire to be one again. The belief that getting older together is more beautiful that you and I on our own.

I want to get old together. You and I.