Dreamers part II
My dear little Dreamer, Things are going pretty well. I don't have any idea of what you're doing. Or how are you or even how do you look. I didn't want to stay in touch. I prefered to move on. Have I truly move on? I have no idea . There are times that I'm thinking of you. Your laugh. Your saltiness, your roses. I have still your spanish gift in my drawer. I have never wear it. I know you would propably ask why, with tears in your eyes. Well the truth is, that it reminds me of you. And I don't want this. I want to forget you. I am sorry. I still don't know why. I am confused. I am so confused. I'm playing music you know. I am better now. I quit smoking. Things are going pretty pretty well. I have moved on. Yep. My memories of you are sweat. Happy. That's it. I don't want to say that I've missed you , because i don't. And i don't want to give you false signs. But I am thinking of you. Well sometimes, not all the time. Well that's a