You know, songs are the best evidence of what you’ve felt or of whom you’ve been once.
I’ve found one full of you and of me, and of what we used to be
Do you remember the days of one beautiful summer
Me wearing your t-shirt, and you wearing your silence?
Do you remember the song you used to play on your guitar?
I was there, 75km away, listening, admiring and infinitely missing you
Do you remember all those precious moments?
I’ll take care of them..
Hug you tight
And ask for forgiveness