Our story?
My words are voicelessly. My smile: a span fire. My wish? Is a castle in the middle of a storm jerked by the thousands of groans, by the miles apart… I would say ‘Goodbye forever’ but only that thought would kill me. Our story is? Has no beginning, no including, because the end could never be taken into consideration. But if there exists? If there is only in my thought only and in your never had been? If you just have fun? Too many ‘if-s’. But still if you had meet in a different circumstances we would have been together ‘my love’ or…not? But ‘if’ exists and our sun-up was never born and I don’t even know if he/she will get by. Ever. The clouds are stronger and is too cold as you are I’m afraid...