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