I refuse to believe that this feeling is of one, nor do I accept that you do not share this agony.

It is likely with a chance and perhaps that we are different experiences and our souls are not in sync,

but I know, with the firmness that it is to challenge the sighs of death, that there is a shared desire,

I know with all the knowledge that I deny to the value of stupid, that you and I have the pact to share the love that we do not know how to say,

because accepting that love is a one-way street is like saying that the sun has died.

And so I know that when I loved you, you cared for me and that when you desired, I planned

and there is no simpler understanding that we have is a commitment with an error in the organization.

Ta.