Remember, when we first met. I saw you laugh, it was pleasant. You seemed happy. And then, the next day, you came again. That was another very good day with you. So we talked. And we never stopped. I felt so good with you around. One day, you told me I was THE girl. The one you were always thinking about. So I told you YOU were THE guy. And that wednesday night, when you tought of me for this great man, and you said that you would have held my hand. I was so shy with you, because I really wanted things to work out between us. And one day, I saw your house. We played, as usual. And again, you were happy. You had that beautiful smile. But I couldn't touch you. It's like you were so close but so far at the same time. After that, you told me what you wanted, you wanted an "us". So, now it's that tuesday. I really don't know how you found it. I loved it. From the beginning to the end. In your arms, your lips against mine.
But see, everytime I come home, I'm heartbroken. Because I remember everything, that there will never be an "us". Because, you don't want to get involved in something new. You see, my problem is to love you more than you do. To see everything that I see, and not be able to do anything about it.
I only felt this once in my life. Here I'm feeling it again for you. Guess what, this feeling is Love.
"Love is to share, mine is for you."
