At the end, I understand
You never bring it up, and I didn't take it out of my head. Two complete strangers in love, always fixing something broken. Someone might thing, we were wasting our time. What they don't know is that it was far worse than that. What should I think, if what I devised at the end of the stairs, it was just a ghost of you? If what I was looking for, was an ocean on fire? An animal in a man's body? A warm soul on a stone's mind? How could I stand if anything shone in your eyes, there were no messages at home? I sought you and never found. I don't regret what happened. I only sorry of knowing you aren't my future. But I've crossed the streak between idealism and few desire I have to keep feet on the ground. After all this time, thanks to show me what I don't need, and give me a reason to write.