Our love was real. Like the autumn leaves fall and grow in spring. Like the days are longer in summer, like the snow falls from the sky in winter. Like the sun rises and sets every single day in every single part of the world. Like the world wouldn’t be the same without any of the people that live in it right now. Like people always forget to love, and sometimes they wish they were loved. Like human beings make mistakes but still ask others for their help. Like people find it easier to make war instead of love. Like instead of finding a way to make it work, people always run away. Because it’s more simple. But love is not that simple. Sometimes love is like the wind: you can feel it but you can’t see it. Sometimes you can see it, but you don’t wanna believe it. But the best kind is when it’s like the ocean: it moves you, takes you wherever it wants you to be. You feel like it’s all around you, still don’t make anything to avoid it. You’re surrounded by it, you feel perfectly right there.

Just a few lucky people are able to discover that kind of love. Even though, we were just a couple of kids in love. In such a pure and perfect love, that the most wonderful things on Earth were ordinary in front of us.

Seriously, I just need somebody to love!