Cakes,
I know I just wrote to you,
but I can't get you off my mind - you live there 24/7,
but it seems today you are running in circles.
I'd like to stop you and kiss your hand and wipe the sweat from your forehead.
People tell me you're a hopeless cause.
I disagree, you are my hope entirely.
But spare me love,
is there a chance for us?
By any means could you possibly even have for me the slightest that I have for you?
Spare me the truth, should I try to shake you from my heart?
(No)                                                                                                                                         (Yes)
Thank god.                                                                                                       I'm sorry, but that's not valid.

Je t'aime,
Bug