i was wearing heels for god know what reason, since we took the scooter and went to your suburb, almost too far for the train.
the temperature is always about two degrees below paris out there, and you feel it even more on the scooter.
you wanted to show me were you grew up and i was happy to get away from the bad air and the noise, even though it was only for an afternoon.

you had been talking about your forest and that you wanted to bring me there, to your spot.
when i couldn't walk downhill in my heels you carried me on your back, all the way, through the mud, on the stones for about ten minutes before we reached it.

it was sunny inbetween the trees, but the cold wind found its way through a little bit too easy, on the late april afternoon and you held me tight when i said i should had brought an extra cardigan.

i don't know for how long we were out there, but it could as well has been 20 minutes as three hours, i honestly can't tell. and every two minutes we stopped whatever we were doing, whatever we spoke about, and we kissed, like if there was no tomorrow.
the only thing that existed right then, was us.
not until an old woman passed by with the words "aah, les amoureux. c'est beau!" we woke up from our world.

and that's the moment i knew i was in love.