There are sometimes in life where you come to realiza that you're in a different kind of situation both sentimental and in terms of life, where you're just happy and everyone else notices it. Thank you for everything, all of you

He had, the perfect smile, that made you feel loved
He had, the perfect eyes, in which you could see his honesty
He had, the perfect mouth, so soft and tender, just like him
He had everything anyone could want; he was beautiful, in every sense of the word
He was perfect
He still is.
He had Michelangelo’s David beauty,
Most of all, he was the kind of man
Who would let you have the last piece of something
He was my King and I was his Queen
I loved him with everything I own

Is it that hard to understand me?
Is it that hard to love me?
Everything that involves me in the process is hard

Why is it always so damn hard... The eternal battle between what I know and what I'm thinking, I just wish I could stop doing that, it's ruining me... It's ruining what I feel...
I don't know about us anymore

Hay algunas cosas que por lo visto nunca van a cambiar
el entendernos es algo que tenemos pendiente todavía
Hay cosas que simplemente no encajan
y no quiero llegar al día en que eso pase entre los dos
Somos diferentes y pensamos diferente
Pero eso no cambia lo que siento
I wish you cared a bit more
That's all I want

Después de varios días, al fin entiendo muchas cosas
Tal vez, no siempre las cosas son como parecen ser
A lo mejor si pudiera ver un poco mas dentro tuyo
Siempre recalco la manera de conocernos
Lo diferente que somos
but the truth is
I wouldn't have it any other way
When we're 60 years old, and we lie on our bed
Looking at each other
Then we'll realize, how perfect we're for each other

Meet me on your best behaviour
Meet me at your worst
For there will be no stone unturned
Or bubble left to burst.