Looking back into those mixed memories of sun and friends and love, I think that I always knew that you were leaving... but I never believed. I knew that your smile had an intention, but I never understood. I knew it was meant to be, but I never knew why. Now thinking of those times, and of you, I realized that I don't remember a lot of things, which are crucial to understand your departure.
Maybe I will never know why, but I have to get over it, and right now it is impossible. I'm still waiting for you, and I really have to stop, because I know the truth: you don't belong with me, and deep down in my soul and in my heart I always knew that.