I was afraid one day we lost each other, the phone is still, the inbox is still, the call is still.
Things are naturally broken, unfinished, anyone still, look at a short stream of inquiry?
I'm afraid one day we lost each other, the road familiar only left you step.
I fear the feeling of loneliness to the heart: loneliness in the city, lonely in the ordinary, lonely between the pain.
I'm afraid of the feeling of difference when there is no he next, without a shoulder for you, a dome for your heart.
Lost each other, meaning that they will not see each other again. Lost each other, meaning that he - and - I will walk on separate paths, the paths never crossed.
I was scared a day the phone fell silent, the inbox is still, the call is lying im.
Each conversation is thicker by the number of counts, each of which is given to each other.
Things are naturally broken, unfinished, anyone still, look at a short stream of inquiry?
I'm afraid one day I no longer wait for you old place, no longer love you like the days of dating, no longer love you, although love hurry.
I will walk to the other girl, I will again rubbish hand, count each remember but still can not see enough.
Brother, I'm afraid one day we lost each other.
I do not understand why it is that strange fear, only to know that more than once imagined he was holding another girl's hand, smiling at her the way he had.
If that day really came, what would you be like if you were strong enough to walk through the pain, walk through your memories, walk through what they both shared?
Love, not always as calm as I thought.
Everything around quiet as the human heart, but all the anxiety, confusion, the whole is the emotional piles over the years.
I do not know what I'm puzzled about, but deep in my heart, a fear of form, perception, growing up in love for you.
I'm really scared, even in dreams, afraid I will leave you in the most love, afraid of the hand lost a hand.