I stared in confusion
And the words she had just said
Filled the silence in the room
And echoed through my head
"My story" she began "As you know,
Is a tale of two lovers
With who life wasn't so kind
They were forced to part their ways
And for a while everything seemed
Dark, darker than rain
Cesc, don't you get it?
Those lovers are you and I
And their story ends with tears
Because we had to say goodbye
You kept the pictures
I wrote a book
In a way we both made sure
That no bits of our story got lost
So this 'masterpiece' as you call it
Although I wouldn't be so full of praise
Was just the transcription
Of our memories, our summer days
And after that, the lonely callings
Of my broken heart
All laid down on a piece of paper
That's all, Cesc. So you see,
I deserve less credit
Than you're giving me
My words might be pleasing to the ear
And soulful to the heart
But nothing is more natural
Nothing is more true
After all they were written...
Thinking of you
But nevertheless,
My success
Is as much yours as it is mine
So thank you, without knowing
You have helped me all this time
And please darling
Don't be quick to compliment
Yes I have reached this milestone
Publishing a book,
What an achievement
But did you know
That I haven't been able to write
A single line since then?
My words are dull and flat
You thought I was better than that
So you see,
There's another reason
To why I've come back
Barcelona is the last place
In which I've been happy
Before it all collapsed"