When you know what love is, when you lived it with every cell of your body, you can not let it go. For anything in the world. Maybe is just me, baby. Maybe it’s true: I idealize love. Too bad you’ll never know … a lot of things. You’ll always ask yourself “What if?” I know the truth, you know the truth, but you’ll never fight for your happiness. Too bad, my love. Too bad.

I will always love you.