Ma vie, ta vie, notre vie.

I'm wondering when will I talk to you again,

if you think about me the way I think about you every single day since you're gone.

Although you told me you're fine and sorting stuff, I really miss you, really.

And to be honest with you, I wish you could stay once you be back.

I want to laugh with you for silly things again, I want to hear your sweet voice, I want to see you, I want you to be here, I want you to stay, I want you.

Please, come back.