Ooh... Damn night...¬¬

Ouch.... It hurts to admit that you want to die; it hurts more when you're with me, when you talk about she, when you say you love her....

Now I have to admit, that was stupid to propose those famous words "you better be just friends."

And as much as I analyze it I realize that despite all that I can even think, or want, among our potential is not "coming back" ...

Damn, I cannot believe that everything we build, everything that we, all lived together, it vanished that damn night, damn night, damn night.
Today I love you, but ... also..

After that accursed night, I began to hate them all and each of them ..

And just for that reason, the nights are long and dark, black's and gray's.

I do not like to arrive the night, and when that happens ... just close your eyes ... look forward to the day that you change ...

One… she Love ..

a I love U