And then i realized that life changes are so hard, and so wrong..That you and me does not exist anymore.
Or the love that it was, was not enough and the passion that we've read in books, saw in movies and listened in songs was time bounded.
Is love just about dreaming? Or it involves sacrificing? Is this necessary?
Damn, after all i've saw and listened, i'm still not enough.
Not enough of light and joy.
Not full of that. Of what i told you that night.
And it's gone. Realizing that again, and again and then again, my superficial peace disolved into molecules and flew into the universe.
The stars are no longer with me.
I feel alone. Tho it isn't like this. Tho i know you feel the same.
And we live.
We go further trying to forget something sublime.
PS: vă rog scuzați-mi gramatica limbii engleze.