It happened again. I felt like shouting your name to the four winds in the hope that a breeze took the words to meet you.
Unfortunately there would be no voice to make you hear, there would be no voice which made ​​you see and I would once again suffer.
They say when you find the love of your life is like if we found half of our soul. But maybe people are not half souls waiting to be completed, are perhaps two or three half souls. Maybe half a soul that belongs to me is asleep in you. Maybe one day wakes up and makes me happy. Maybe you are waiting for a "I love you" said with all the half souls present in me.
Maybe ... but was