Been two weeks since Josephine came here from France, and I’m feeling something that I want to tell her (but I can’t). Maybe love is this sensation…could just be infatuation…I’ll just wait for the translation. (if it comes from her, I’d wait all year). But after today she won’t be here.
But there’s still so much more that I want to say…tant pis pour moi, parce que je ne parle pas francais. By tomorrow you’ll be on your plane, so goodbye and thank god for the french exchange.
When she says “J’ai besion d’une cigarette,” I’ve got no clue what she’s saying (but it’s something poetic I bet). Here I am in clueless nature…speechless without a translator…why could she not just leave later? It’s not fair. If only she didn’t have to go. What I’d give, god only knows.
But there’s still so much more that I want to say…tant pis pour moi, parce que je ne parle pas francais. By tomorrow you’ll be on your plane, so goodbye and thank god for the french exchange.
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