Whatever I may feel for you, we aren't meant to be. We never were
I want to look at him. And I want to fall into his embrace, believing that we are still the same. Even at the risk of having my heart broken for eternity, its pieces being carried away by the wind.
When I whistle, you'll come running for me. That's what you said ... I tried for so long, you never came. But I believe that you'll come. Back to me.
