I've been afraid of love.
from the days I was left alone, to the streets of Paris.
People were all around, me, laughing and having fun but I was there, standing on my own. How ironic to be heartbroken in the town of romance. In the town where lifetime promises are made. I was looking for you all night. I spent the whole time calling and looking for you, I asked if anyone had seen you anywhere. I was worried at the time. I was sure that something had happened to you, something bad. My mind started running wild, what if you had been injured in some horrifying accident and were now lying in the hospital bed, hurt and alone? What if someone did something horrible to you? Kidnapped you? When would they call me and demand me those million dollars?
there were thousand reasons why.
Where were you?
I never thought it back then. I never could have thought that you'd leave me. But you did. I found your message from the table, from the room where I thought your love lived in. I'll may never know what made you leave me.
You never stayed long enough to tell me. Maybe it was me. Maybe I didn't love you enough. Maybe the pain in my heart is just an illusion. The ring on my finger just a way to make it seem like it was true. Nothing is clear to me. Your lips were tight shut. Leaving without you was like entering to a different dimension. Dimension that doesn't include you. I still wonder where you are, where you went. What did I do wrong? I still got the ring. not yet. I want' the final until I'll take it off. Until I'll throw it to the ocean of blue and black darkness. Until you'll tell me why I won't never be able to dance again.
O perhaps, someday, someone will take me to the floor of the blinding spotlight of white. She'll push me closer than you never did, she'll break me even more than you are ever. She'll dance me to the new morning. And I won't wake from it.
This time. I will hold on tighter than ever in my life. When I'll learn to dance again. And then I'll only dance with you