Yesterday, when I said goodbye to you at the bus station, it was a spoiler of what it's to come. The next time I say goodbye to you, will be the last.
This is just the beginning of the end, I know it very well. That last sex we had before going to the station, that last kiss before I saw you entering the bus... You knew it too.
What would I do without seeing you? You know I'm not the type of person that express the feelings, but I felt our conexion is too deep to keep the fact that I had shame when I asked you If you would enjoy me walking you to the station. You kindly said yes, but also you knew I was ashamed. We know each other too well at this point...
I would never have a relationship with you, and nether you with me, we understand each other feelings. But you're special, you're different from the others. I adore you.
Ti voglio tanto bene, it hurts. It will hurt. As I said earlier, this is the beginning of the end.
