like you.

e fosse como fosse, quem é que arriscaria em palpite tanto desenrolar?
grande doce redonda alaranjada caixa de sonho cor gosto luz e carinho;
deve ser boa a sensação de ser a melhor coisa que já aconteceu pra alguém...

i'm sorry if i didn't show while it was posible for you to understand how far away my feeling for you could go. i think i didn't notice it either when it was soon enough. when i was close enough. and i'm not saying it's too late. i'm just saying it's late, and cold, and lonely. but when we say 'too late', we usually mean regret, failure. and when we say 'late', we can only mean gone. done. finished. past. and this is just life's normal course. not my fault, and not even yours.
just miss you now, tonight, as i've missed last night and as i am certainly gonna miss tomorrow night.
and the night after.
and the other one.
until the day this feeling will come back - because of course it will... not exactly for you - next time for someone else...

someone like you.