About Yaya

Yaya is french

We met a day before my 33th birthday

...Though we never met face to face...

Yaya is amazingly interesting

We talked about everything, from clocks to mushrooms, from drugs to lovers, from work to chocolate...

Then...

He told me I was messing up with his head, I was just a weird emotion to him

He stopped everything

I was obedient

I deeply miss Yaya. When I see his name written, I blush. My heart skips a bit, my brain benumbs. 

I have this weird emotions and a solace dream... a dream about Yaya holding me tight 50 centimeters over the floor and telling me how stupid it was being apart so long.

Yaya is just a dream, Yaya is just a scar in my soul...