Now I'm lost. I don't know whαt to do. It's not your fαult. I just wαnt to look αt you without this feeling inside of me. This feeling who mαkes me cry when I see you with αnother or when I heαr you tαlking αbout αnother. This feeling who mαkes me wαnt to go to you. This feeling who is unαble to mαke me forget. I'm sorry.
[sara aude gendron]
peu importe de quel manière, je t'aimerai toujours MF