Maybe I'm smiling, but maybe it's just a fake. Maybe we were meant to be, but maybe it was just a dream. A dream I lived every moment I breathed, a dream more fulfilling than the greatest of pleasures. Maybe I saw something in your eyes when you looked at me, but maybe it was just an illusion. An illusion that used to light up my days, an illusion that lit up my life. Maybe we had moments, but maybe I was the only one who felt them. But they were so real, so apparent that they became my reason for living. Those moments, when words were no longer enough, when standing next to you felt like magic, a magic only you could do. Those moments when you looked at me and smiled, a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, a smile that made everything so right that I could no longer ask for anything else from the gods because the gods had given me you. Maybe you were there once, maybe you still are. Maybe, we are too far apart or maybe, we are still there, just facing opposite directions, hoping for the other to say something. Maybe a single look will do it again, or maybe nothing ever will. Maybe we fell apart, but maybe it was my mistake. Maybe I loved you, but maybe, I still do...