We were that kind of story;
That kind of book in which everyone would die to be.
It was love at first sight.
But time... it kills everything.
I wanna be yesterday, go back in time;
When all of this was only silence.
And when I dream about you, I can’t stop crying ‘cause I’m afraid that our love will get deeper in the years we’ll be apart.
And that’s the hardest part of being alone: wanting to be together.
“I believe that there is love in holding and there is love in letting go.”
“And it’s now time to let go”, she said.
That love was true.
It hurts too much to be anything else.