I know that One day isn't all the day ,but the past look after me and sometimes I'm adraid of the future...I want to be different and I don't want to make errors...
I miss trust on me and it pursues me ....I Want to bring him the best of me but sometimes the difficult is here...
And if I look at him , the reason is that I wish to strike my spirits in the tinplate, of the line of his face before he goes away...
I like these moments passed with him and I want to show him an other good times...
simply ...I like You.....

