Ljubezen ne pomeni vedno biti zaljubljen.
Včasih je odločitev.
Time is moving slower than ever. I look for your face as I gaze among the crowd, with no rationality or intent, just the simple need to look upon you once again. My mind wanders as the breeze, and I can't help myself but to think about what I could have done differently. I remember all our best moments, and there were so many, yet all I feel is a deep sadness. Memories I thought I would cherish forever have been tarnished by the fact that I was left, for no apparent cause or reason other than that I wasn't good enough. While I can understand and accept your decision, I don't think I'll be ever able to forgive it. You promised me the world, and I believed you. Now I wonder how can one trust again? Love again? Feel again? How can one get over such a lie?
