I don't want to lose my mind looking every moment around me, knowing that you won't call, nor come across, nor look, you won't be here, but it's so easy to think that a silly afternoon we can come across. How are you? You look good.
I might not see you again in three or four years, perhaps then it may be another
gray afternoon about to rain. I want to forget everything and start from scratch, I wish I had the opportunity to demonstrate that no one else cares and that I understand you.