It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my desire to take a break, to feel normal. I just want to breathe. I still love you. In a weird, sick, perverted way I will always do. Your beauty and your ugliness, your good and bad sides, all of it. But I need a break. It may be for a while, or a life time. I need time to get to miss you.
So good bye for now. Or maybe ADIO.
Warsoange, unde pleci (ai plecat) ca daca e pe aici sua pe unde am prieteni poate ti-oi da si eu o bere si o vorba buna?