...a dark, rainy night, a mellow mood, a glass of wine and bossa nova.. the perfect melancholic music for my melancholic heart.. always yearning for love and always an inch too far from it, reaching out its arm, stretching out its fingers, trying to grasp it desperately and always coming.. just a bit short..
.. i close my eyes and i can still feel your soft lips and tender touch on my back.. "Slow down, heart" i said, "you already know this game", yet it doesn't listen and runs at 1000 miles an hour towards you. It already knows the view around the corner but it wasn't born with brakes. It only knows giving its all and nothing less.
.. you're not alone, heart.. you and i have been down this path before.. you are my companion and i am yours.. there's nobody else but us... there never was..
