Hey it's Oscar, I hope you're ok.
It's been a few weeks now since I wrote you... I miss you
I know, I should be enjoying my time here, I have a lot see
But . all I can think about is you.
I keep thinking about these few days
We spent together back home in Paris
Right before I left.
It was so warm and sunny, finally, it felt nice
It was like an invitation to go out
We wanted to do everything
But I would have said yes to anything
You just moved to Paris but I was born here
I walked these streets so many times
But they all looked different this time to me
How did I never noticed?
You loved riding at night on a scooter
I loved holding your thigh just to make you feel safer
We drank wine, we didn't dance because you were too shy
But next time, you promised me you will
So i'm waiting
You love music, probably as much as I do
And that's something I love about you
So I made you listen to this song we made with Voyou
In Paris, a few months ago
It's funny because we didn't know - each other when I wrote it
But I think it's about you
Don't worry, the end is actually pretty happy
I wanna be in this park again
Your little cowboy boots laying in the grass
I wanna have breakfast at 3pm
And listen to this Sunday afternoon playlist that you made
I wanna plan a hundred things
Knowing we'll only tick 1 or 2 off the list
I wanna hear you speak French
And then impress you with a few words I learned since I left
I'm coming back in a few days, will you be there?
Take care
Oscar
