Fosse a minha vida contada num livro, fosse esse livro um belo romance.
First Love kinda thing
I never felt the feeling of total happiness after you left me. After it, I never loved someone so purely and I never find perfection in nobody. I try so hard to find someone like you, or someone who have exactly the same personality than you, or the same smile, the same smell. I never found someone who gave me a hug so confortable, like you did. Everything in you was/is different. Seems like after you, no one can save me. I feel terrible.