dimanche 2 septembre 2012

"If I Never See Your Face Again" by Jess.

I'm back with one of my fave band : Maroon 5! If I Never See Your Face Again is the first song of their second album...
"Now you've gone somewhere else
Far away
I don't know if I will find you (find you, find you)
But you feel my breath
On your neck
Can't believe I'm right behind you (right behind you)
'Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don't mind
'Cause we gone much further than I thought we'd get tonight"

You'll probably think I'm super boring, always talking about the same thing(s). Yes. I am. It won't last forever. I swear. It's just that I'm writing a travel book about my trip. In fact I write it just as if I was writing a novel. Just for me. To read it when I will be older. And I have to remember everything. I can. But not day by day. For example I know I met those Spanish men... But which day? And it makes me sick! You know just like when you're trying to remember where you saw this person and can't remember it, but you keep on trying to remember until you got this terrible headache. This is what I walking by. And more I try to remember the details of the days, more I have this night coming back. With new details, things my mind tried to hide but that I keep on remembering. Everytime it's more precise. More intense, like if I was living it twice. And now I know why I am obssessed.
I'm this kind of girl that can become attached to someone very easily (I try to stop being like that.). It's really anoying! Because I grow found to someone even if it's not for love. I mean, even just friendly. Even more. I don't fall in love easily (hahummmmm!!!!) but I can become friendly very very easily! And that's what happened. I don't LOVE him. I didn't spent enough time with him to become that addicted. It's just that I like him like I could like a friend. But now, I know that I won"t see him. Never more. And it's just like when you loose someone. The lack appears. And you can't fight it. It will disappear, in this case. But it still frustrating. And I'm sorry I only talk about this misterious "him". But well, I have to express it. Or I will become crazy. I just miss him. Like I miss my holidays there. I so miss them that I would like to move from here. Get a job there, find a flat. Stay for six month. Just enough time to kill the lack, the miss I'm seriously developping. I want to get sick of this town. Get so sick that I will say to people "yeah, it's a great city, but you know, I've been there for too long and I just wanna change.". And I would like to trust it. 
Missing someone is something you can get used to. It's natural. Missing a city it's... weird. I miss the streets, the hotel... And more the atmosphere, the well it was to live together, with this unknown people, the new faces you met everyday on the elevators, saying "hello" and "See you soon", never see them again and missing their face even if you don't even know their name. This atmosphere of peace. Just feeling like the world was perfect. Wars were over for one week. I was in another world. It was so cool. That's what I'm missing. I'm missing him and this freaking genius town. 
I don't know how many time I said that. I don't know how many times I will repeat it (maybe not much, I don't wanna look boring!). 

"Now you've gone somewhere else
Far away
...
  And if I never see your face again
I don't mind
'Cause we gone much further than I thought we'd get tonight"

I guess everything is writing up there. In the form. The content has a little bit more of hand-ups. Hang-ups than are inside of me. And that I cannot explain myself.

Complicatedly,

Jessica.

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