the fear of losing,
of slipping away..
I kept looking for you,
mon amour, mon chéri..
I keep in mind all the words you said,
try to forget them
as I want to live plain.
you were precious, the one I loved.
the one for who I felt the most sincere love,
but.. it hurted me as bad as I felt the urge to tell you the words from the depth of my heart.
you became a picture in my mind,
a good end of the way I could never love again, no-one..
a part of the history I'd tell to someone
if they ask what does happiness ment to me back to this time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— Lucius