I don’t know what it was, when you held my hand just for the sake to protect.
I don’t know what it was, when your eyes glitter up with my every achievement.
I don’t know what it was when I showed you my ugly side, and you cared for me.
I don’t know what it was when we were alone, and you showed me your insecurities.
I don’t what it was when we laughed together, when we shared our cry, when I belonged to you.
Giving names to my emotions, is so difficult and dangerous that you might deny it, so I don’t do it anymore.
I don’t want to ruin us, by giving it a name.
If the distance and the illusion of time didn’t torn us apart, what would be us now?
