The night is bright, so bright that we are able to see how much both of us have grown. My fingertips are drowsily taping the blues out, you know by your melted heart. Standing under the Eiffel Tower makes me think that i am in the center of nowhere.
If I was a painter I would probably paint this moment full of useless thoughts.
The idea of showing him the secret garden, quite near to this place, is much more unreal than could ever come to my mind. I am crazy, promises are for those who are not sure of their feelings.
It is time to escape. Cover your eyes and run away with no promises.