I'm not the kind of girl who gets lost in love easily.
But when she gets me I loose myself completly.
I think he's an average man but I feel him as heaven.
Just looking at him I was serene, it's a street with no end.
And now my heart's broken and whole at the same time.
I'm not hangover even though I drank lots of dionysos wine.
And I'm so sad as if the sea held me within her tears.
But as I'm reminiscing his smile it's eating away all of my fears.
In these years I've learned that love isn't about getting who you really want.
Love is a sublime energy, it can be a dance
which touches you deeply even if you never touch.
It's speaking through music, melodies. It lasts.
I could barely speak to him, it was hard to look at him but I saw
that sometimes letting go of someone is the purest form of love.