I wrote a fiction in French with the dialogues in English.

Here is an excerpt from when Beck writes a letter to Jade, to make her understand his feelings. English is not my mother tongue.

Enjoy !

Ps : If this letter inspires you, please do not hesitate to give me advice in English.

My love,

It kills me to see us like this. We tear each other apart, and yet, yet we attract each other, all the time. When you're not there, I think of you. When you're around, it's only you I see.

I love you I love you I love you. And it kills me that you can't see it. It kills me that you can believe someone else is in my heart.

Because my heart, it's you who has it with you every day, and that's why without you, I can't exist.

I love the fact that you're not a morning person and that every word I say makes you want to kill me, until you have your coffee. Black, with two sugars.

I love you when you can't help but touch me, everywhere, all the time.

I love you when you kiss me, when you hug me and when I feel your whole body vibrating to the beat of mine.

I love your eyes, your eyes that make me want to do anything. And your lips, your lips that distract me all the time. I love your smile, the one that exists only for me and the sweetness of your voice, when it's juste us.

I love that I can smell your hair for days in my bed.

I love it when you wear my t-shirts even if they're too big for you, just to have a little of me with you.

I love that you can't help but spoil the end of every movie, even the ones you haven't seen.

I love the way you talk, the pet names you give to people you don't like, even more to those you love.

I love it when you pretend to sulk and give me that adorable little pout that makes me want to eat you.

I love being the only one who sees all of you.

I love to be the one to dry your tears and drink your laughter.

I love it when you say out loud what I mean, when you know what I want before I do.

And I love the way you love me.

Why can't you believe me, Jade? I could tell you again and again but my words echo in the void.

Tori is nothing and nobody. I love Tori like I love André and Robbie. I would never love Tori the way I love you, because there is nothing, when I look at her. Whereas with you the world stops, whereas when you walk into a room, I can no longer breathe.

And I know I would never feel that way for anyone else. We are meant to be together. You are the woman of my life, the mother of my children and the last person I would say I love you to before I die.

I'm begging you, Jade, believe me.

I would love so much that you could see yourself through my eyes. That you can see how amazing, talented, funny and strong you are. You have nothing to envy to Tori at all. She is nothing, you are everything.

Believe me.