I don’t understand, I don’t really understand how we can let this take so much relevance. I can’t understand. Honestly, I should be thinking about you when I’ve met you, but not crying now. I don’t understand. Supposedly, I shouldn’t be sad for thinking so much about you, maybe because you’re far, maybe. I can’t understand, I even think all this doesn’t explain anything, just as my only question. I don’t understand. Naturally, I’m going to keep asking myself, during my the next days, the reason for you love so much as I love you so, so much. I can’t understand. But I feel I can keep asking myself, with my eyes closed, at the other side… by my other side.
Why has it been so hard?
