And I have always loved you, unconsciously before, like a kid in love with a book. A book she carries with her wherever she goes, I carried you in my heart, across the cities, over the seas. They tell me of all the loves that couldn't be. I doubt love and love the stories instead. Real people I tell myself. Real stories. So much chaos and so many faces, yet none I want to see. Always detached, I didn't know what to feel, until our eyes did meet and right there all my unrest siezed. I see those stories in your eyes and pray, let us not be another couldn't be. Cause I have always loved you, in spite of all those stories, those tragedies, like the shore loves the sea, in spite of all those times it leaves. And I have always loved you, like the wolf loves the moon, in silence, from a distance, never noticed. How sometimes she shined full and bright and how it couldn't hold back its delight. How every time I saw you, it made me smile. How everytime you were around, the world seemed too good to be true. And I have always loved you...