I consider it an art that I still love you.
You call from time to time.
You practicly never write.
Except when you want me in your bed.
You behave like there's nothing going on when we're in public.
But when we sleep together, you always hug me.
You never let me pay for my beer.
You make me smile, oh, so magnificently.
You took me to your favourite place on the river bank.
You crossed 50 km to see me just because I was mad at you
and I didn't want to pick up the phone.
I honestly believe we have found each other,
we both just need a little time to see that we have already met before.