What happened?

What happened with all that love letters? With all that promises you maked me?
They were full of desire and now are empty. There is nothing inside them.

All the words you whispered me, with that beautiful smile on your face, they meant nothing for you. When they mean the world to me.

You used to stare at me, as if the whole universe were at my pupils.

And all those pettings. It seems to be like the sun touching my skin.

It was just me and you, baby, flesh to flesh, one to one.

What happened with all of this? With all your feelings?

What will my feelings do now that you are gone?