Sorrow remains in my heart. Kill me, V., kill me... I cannot forget you, and believe me, I have tried so hard...

The problem was not to find you, the problem is to forget you.
The problem is not your absence, the problem is that I wait for you.
The problem is not problem, the problem is that it hurts.
The problem is not that you lie, the problem is that I believe you.
The problem is not that you play, the problem is with myself.
If I liked you because you are free, who I am for changing you.
The problem is not loving you, the problem is that you do not feel the same.
And how to get ride of you if I don't have you.
How to get away from you if you are so far.
The problem is not to change you, the problem is that I don't want to.
The problem is not that it hurts, the problem is that I like it.
The problem is not the damage, the problem is the prints.
The problem is not what you do, the problem is that I forget.
The problem is not what you say, the problem is what you keep quiet.
The problem is not loving you, is that you do not feel the same.
The problem is not that you play, the problem is that it's me.

Tengo en mi interior la pena más grande que se puede sentir: el haber encontrado al amor de mi vida y que él diga no...No te puedo olvidar, estás en mi mente en todo momento. But the Love said no...