Sometimes I wish this was just another story of a boy meets a girl.Without your past. Without mine.
But I can't pretend you to stop loving her, when I haven't even stopped loving him.
And this feeling of impossibility grows bigger, and the fear of being unable to occupy her place is becoming more real.
But who knows, if we had never hated each other, if we had never discussed, if I could bear you at all, perhaps none of this had happened.