And I can’t pretend that it’s not real, everything I see, everything I have reminds me of you, of what we used to have, every flower that falls in spring every person passionate about classical music that I know Everything even the smallest things remind me of you. At this point I think I already see things that don’t exist, the desire to want to see you drives me crazy, I see you smiling while I make your favorite coffee that is now also mine, I see your angry look when I do something wrong but more than anything I see you laughing, and I know that this last one I am not imagining it, I know that you are happy with her, Now my whole life is a constant » maybe» it’s all I can think why maybe … just maybe … you would have loved me too