London was awesome. The Young Guns show was great and the after party was total chaos. Slept four hours before going back to Paris then catching my train to go to my parents’ for three weeks. Which is where I am now. Feels good being on holidays, doing nothing, resting, reading, spending quality times with loved ones.

Talking about love, I finally spilled it. My best male friend told me to do so because he wasn’t sure that Mr Right (or Wrong) got the message clear. He was damn right. Even if Mr had doubts, he wasn’t sure. Now he is. He told me it was nice to hear that but sad in the meantime. He told me he needed to “digest” my confession. I expect nothing which is the best I guess (even if of course, I hope like crazy). Time and events will tell. If he’s not the one, I don’t really know who is. Kim Wilde once sang “If I can’t have you, i don’t want nobody baby” and I feel this way today. Hope, however things will end, I won’t bother/suffer too much. I like to think that if he doesn’t feel a thing from means I should follow my project of moving to London… que sera, sera!