M, D and Me.

It is probably around Noon, M is lying on bed next to me while D is on computer trying to
change the endless 50cent playlist that is slowly getting kind of repetitive after the 3rd
time playing, or is he rolling a joint already.



" On est tellement populaire, on est comme les vedette dans les revues. Crois moi, tout le monde
parle de nous. En fait, c'est simple soit ils nous admirent soit ils sont tout simplement
jaloux" I say while joyfully jumping on the bed,

I must have still been a bit drunk at that moment, or still high perhaps,

D abruptly interups his rolling process, looks up and smiles :

"Haha, pour vrai?

- Love, There is no party without us!"

I sit down, rest my hand in M's while he gently opens his eyes,

"J'avou!" he replies, gripping my hand.



At that moment, was I to believe it was the beggining of the downfall. Our faces got so close we
nearly kissed, was it from lust, boredom or by friendship, as I used to believe evrything was.



At that moment, I surredered trust, that I was never to gain back.

Trust, that I still find myself greaving for.