Whatever we are, I still remember the way we were. You left me hurt but my mind repeats the good memories non stop. In the end you didn't care as much about me like I did about you in all those years. I thought that I was over you, but then we met again. Two pair of brown eyes and a moment. Everything hit me again. All those memories came back into my mind and I need to admit the truth
we were beautiful.
we were beautiful like a flower that bloomed once.