I was about to write something but then I thought of your smile and I forgot.
We danced again, didn't we? somewhere in our minds we dance once in a while.

I remember when your hair was long and you had blond tips hidden in the mess. I used to get lost looking at you, I just to get lost in thoughts of what if. I do too, now, but in a reversed sence, thinking what if I HAD done this and that. Sometimes I fucking hate this life.

And this other you. who are you engaged to? who makes your heart beat louder than the music you turn on to cover your thoughts of him or her?