I’m listening to a song I’ve discovered by chance.

I’m listening and thinking about you.

And I know that you’ll never get to read this and that is good because I can express freely all those things I will never tell you.

Because I don’t know how I could possibly find the words to explain and make you understand.

I don’t know if I could ever find the right time, the right moment, the right place in this life.

Maybe we’ll meet again.

Maybe our paths will cross one more time.

Maybe I’ll deliberately pass you by and pretend not to see you, maybe I’ll feign surprise or indifference.

I might pretend I don’t care.

And yet, I’ll smile and look you in the eye, hoping you will see right through me and understand what I’ll never dare to say out loud.

I’m listening to the song and I don’t have to write anything.

It is speaking for me.

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