I used to think that love was stupid; that it was just a game.
That everyone who fantasized about it just wanted fame.
I would wonder through crowds of mindless people who claimed to be in love, I would wonder until I forgot about the mirror up above.
When I picked my head up I don't expect to see you. It had been forever since I felt the feeling of lev but you carried it inside you.
Days, weeks, months passed by and it was only you and I. And that when I began to remember that that was where you were.
