Only two weeks? Is that all? Is that all there is for love? Were you only a shooting star? A beautiful shooting star? I hope not, because it hurts like hell.

I can still smell you, feel you… I can still see your eyes on mine. I can hear your words… I remember our promises, our future… you said: “we have a lifetime”… maybe that was the problem… we didn’t have a lifetime, no one does.

I’m here, I’m here loving you even more than I did yesterday…  maybe tomorrow, you’ll be here by my side, maybe tomorrow, there will be an us in you and I.