If you see her say hello...

...Say for me that I'm all right 

Though things get kind of slow

She might think that I've forgotten her 

Don't tell her it isn't so

He left his hometown. Not for the first time, but this time for good. At least that's what he thinks/ hopes for. He wants to see the world. Experience things he could never do back home. And it doesn't matter where will this journey take him. As long as it's far away. He's trying to put some sense in this short little adventure called life. Find the meaning of it all. And his place under the sun.  

Maybe he's once again wrong way on a one way track, but he's trying. He's doing the best he can. And that's gotta count for something. 

So he left... 

And as he knows, when you leave, you leave a lot of things behind you. Both good and bad. And that's fine. 

What's not fine is that they don't ever leave you. 

Wherever you go, whatever you do, however fast you ran and never look back, they're always right behind you.

Especially the unfinished ones. Your never ending stories. 

They haunt you and they want to break you. 

But that's OK. You're strong enough, they can't hurt you. Not all of them anyway.

Maybe just one... 

He sees her everywhere. In profoundness of the eyes of a pretty Nordic girl he saw walking by the river a couple of times. In a radiant smile of a lady he helped with her luggage in a metro station. In the silky hair of a girl from a local boulangerie. In the enchanting scent of a lovely stranger queuing with him to enter in the Notre Damme. In tempting lips of a handsome nurse in the Jacques Cartier hospital in Massy. In the soft skin of the Caribbean queen he saw sunbathing on the beach. In the endless sea of beautiful girls he sees every time he's taking a brake from it all in the Jardins de Luxembourg. He even hears her voice when he's chatting with a cute waitress in the Coup d'état. 

Yeah, he sees her every time he opens his eyes. And when he closes them, he sees her clearer than ever. 

I know it sounds like a big cliché, but if you've never experienced this you never really loved. Thus, you never really lived...

Cause she loved him once you know. Not for all the things he could be, no. She loved him for who he really is. In all his imperfection. Probably, she still does... 

And there's no hole deep enough in this glorious planet of ours he could hide from that...

P.S. If she's reading (I know she is):

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here...