…someone who can’t be mine – yet darling, someone whom I never stopped loving.
Maybe you are just a theory that somehow conspired decades ago,
leaving me shattered feelings, still unusual to what I’ve felt.
Maybe now you are just a misunderstood belief;
to regret what was done, for the proofs that we almost had.
But maybe you are not anymore the subject I’ve been longing for in every piece I did.
For you are now someone behind my heartbreaks.