And it was taken away from me. The one I loved. The one for whom I liked taking the time to choose my clothes in the morning,the one for whom I liked to make up. The one for whom I liked to put lipstick, just for colored his lips in turn. The one whom I loved to embrace, to comfort me when I was sad. I don't know where he is, I don't know if he's okay, or if he likes someone else, or if someone coloring his lips for him. But I know one thing:
I love him, with all my soul,and I suffer, damn, my soul dies.