And I will ask you if we can talk. And if you agree we meet and things come to another and we sleep with each other. And we would be the sinner we don't wanted to be. And all last months were for nothing. But when the time comes you will choose him. Now I'm sure there was the time I had the chance and you would have choosen me. But now it's too late because after all you did to me I'm not anymore the person you could love. It showed me different sides of my personality. Some which make me so sick. But you could be my medicine...I remember. Nevertheless I ask you. Because... justmaybe... I'm wrong. Hope is a torture but it keeps you alive. And I can't live without you. That's naive I know but if it wasn't true this life would make me even sicker than I am now. It would be a live apart hope and happiness because this scar doesn't heal... I think we are meant to be together because something makes us companions. Something bonds us together. When I'm with you I feel arrived. I'm getting tired because I feel save. And I know you are getting tired ,too. Maybe we are the ideal companions for this reason. As long we have another it doesn't matter where we go, we always feel safe and arrived and home.