All those movies and series. Talking about love. All those gazes. Gelosy. Heartbeats. Meeting when you don't expect to. Crying, but then smiling.
I miss all this.
Well...I never had so much, but I miss it. It's not love I'm talking about, 'cause I do love. I don't miss all those feelings in my heart. But I miss living them, I miss all those situations that maybe you can see only in movies. I don't know.
But it all seems so dead here. Am I dead? Is there anything alive in me?
Oh, yeah, there is.
But I'm scared that one day even that flame could die in me...