Oscar Anton - postcard from Paris

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. (Well, to be fair it was also a great way to get a little closer. )
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

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Oscar Anton

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