And if I don’t look into your eyes again, never believe it’s not my desire to admire you, but I still haven’t learned to see them without getting lost in them and falling in love.
If I don’t walk by your side again, never believe it’s not the place where I want to be, but I still haven’t learned to walk through this life being by your side, unable to call myself yours.
If I don’t hear you again, never believe that I don’t miss the melody of your voice, but I still haven’t learned to listen to it without wanting you to utter the words “I love you” to me.
If I don’t embrace you again, never believe that I don’t want to feel you, but I still haven’t learned to let you go if I were to have you in my arms again.
If I don’t do any of the things I used to do again, never believe that I’m not dying to do them, but I still haven’t learned to live a life where my feelings no longer have a place in yours.
You left me so many things to learn and, for the first time, I don’t want to learn any of them, because I know that the day I do… I will have learned to live a life without you.