I love you, actually no, I love you so much that without you I think I'd go crazy, I love you so much that I rejoice at the mere thought of you, I dream of you and when I dream of you the day could only go better because I had the feeling that even if you loved me like I do but we both know that I dedicated all my heart to you and you played with it like you do with old dolls, but you know what? I forgive you, I already forgive you, but I won't do it for much longer, sooner or later I'll have to see between the hands I put before my eyes, sooner or later love will begin to weaken, sooner or later I won't love you anymore