We spent that afternoon together, I hug you, I see your eyes, I try to kiss you...
We go out again ... "same story"
We walk the streets, you hold me again and again, I look happy, aren’t you too?
We returned , you hug me, and you do it as if you need me to be there forever, but stop , something is making me doubt, this seems too good to be true, but you did it again, you seem so happy, me too …
And I knew it walking home, I remembered what happened before
You said,” I don’t want you to go again”, I said “I’m afraid that the same thing happens”
And the truth is that I don’t know why you talked to me the first time ,you said, it was because I just wanted to, I guess that is true what I was supposed to do...?
It's been days and I always see the message that I sent ... “Have a nice day “Monday, 9:33 o clock in the morning…
my heart is yours...and this song as well.