I tired from to thinking about you.
I tired of to thinking about us.
I fed up to see you other beautiful womens.
I bored with to still dream about us the future.
We cant be together.
Also your hearth is belong to someone.
İts not me.
Where have you been?
Where are you?
I miss you.
I keen on to meet you one day.
İts impossible.
I know.
But my hearth told me whisper never give up.
