Girls spilled drinks down their dresses and flicked their hair. Wishing anyone, maybe even you, would notice them... You were someone to me.
You wanted a wife but I wasstill a girl.
In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.
You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu