Travelling north, travelling north to find you

Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes

Don't even know what I'll say when I'll find you

Call out your name love, don't be surprised

It's so many miles and so long since I've met you

Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you

But suddenly now, I know where I belong

It's many hundred miles and it won't be long

It won't be long

It won't be long

It won't be long

Nothing at all in my head to say to you

Only the beat of the train I'm on

Nothing I've learnt all my life on the way to you

Only our love that's over and gone

It's so many miles and so long since I've met you

Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you

But suddenly now I know where I belong

It's many hundred miles and it won't be long

What if we were in love?

What if you were mine?

What if I was yours?

What if you belong with me?

What if you're the one for me?
What if the Sun will stop rising?

What if the sea won't sing the same old, rusty song?

It begun to rain when we arrived at the train station. We talked about the beauty of rain. When I wanted to get in the station you putted your arms around me and took me in the rain.

The cold raindrops were hitting the ground quickly. I saw you trying to enjoy the spring rain.

But this won't be the last time we will stay in the rain, right? Next time, I'll dance with you, while the rain will fall down on us, like today it did.

'Cause:

Your fingertips across my skin

The palm trees swaying in the wind

You sang me Spanish lullabies

The sweetest sadness in your eyes

Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

I should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street

You took my hand and danced with me

Images

And when you left you kissed my lips

You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

I should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean

I cannot drive the streets at night

I cannot wake up in the morning

Without you on my mind

So you're gone and I'm haunted

And I bet you are just fine

Did I make it that easy

To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

I should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

Tick-tock, tick-tock. The time is passing quickly. By the time summer will come you'll be gone. The things will never be the same. I start to miss all the things we made, all the jokes and the laughs, all the teasing when we talked.

Somehow, a lot of people told us we're together, but we weren't. We were just best friends, I think.

Now, I lay here and think about me, about you, about us. Maybe I liked you more, and I didn't even knew it. I said I love him, but maybe, there was always you the one I really wanted. Last two nights I have dreamt about him, and when I woke up and I remembered about them, I was disappointed.

You'll soon be gone ... so soon. That day, that night, the night of the Freshman Prom, was the moment when we talked for the first time, and after that night we became friends. I always saw you as my "big bro' ", because I could never dared to consider that you can be more than just my friend ... until now.

All the things I still remember, a secret concealed deep in my heart. I can see it now, because I always hesitated about showing those feelings. I always denied.

"It's not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow."

I met you at age 16 and fell into a hundred-year love

Under these cherry blossoms that fall slowly

The steep hill I ran through wanting to see you and

Our shadows in the corner of the park remains unchanged

You, me, and the cherry blossom weather returns after being swayed by the wind

As if I woke up from a long dream, the sky I looked up at is pink

I loved you, I loved you who created a colorful smile

That soft spot to the right that only I knew about

A promise made beneath the cherry blossom 'let's come here again next year'

We made sure many times but it's still unfulfilled

You, me, and the cherry blossom weather is recreated softly in the wind

Are you looking at it from somewhere? that same pink sky from that day

The footsteps left in the days I chased after

Are treasures more important then anything else

You, me, and the cherry blossom weather returns after being swayed by the wind

The unstoppable feelings overflow and tears build up

You, me, and the cherry blossom weather returns after being swayed by the wind

With the unseen future held in my chest, I look ahead and see the pink sky

Time flies, you won't even notice how many days passed since we met, since we fixed everything up.

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

The light will fall down on our road by the time we are walking together towards the future. I'll go by your side trough this life as long as you'll let the bond between us to show us the right way.

P.S.: I never meant to let you down, A.

The world we used to know is spinning round, while my world is revolving around a dream. And what a dream! I would never imagine such a fairytale can become true. We continue to dream, to hope, while we are trapped into our perfect inner dimension. And yes, I am one of those people who are stuck in a fairy tale. But I don't want to let it go, whatever happens. I keep daydreaming even if it costs me so much time from the present. Somehow, I'm happy. 

Caught in a perfect world, all mine, where I can be surrounded by my beloved friends. Anyway, maybe the Christopher boy it's just a dream, but he is mine, and that's all I want to know. Living in New York, in our perfect house, with Ethan and Christopher, is just how things should be, right, A.? I can't even imagine how time will pass by and never stop for a while to let me be where I want to be.

But maybe, just maybe, one day this will become just a sweet memory of mine.