I returned to smile, I returned to cry

I never thought that she did not love me. To return to love, to return to dream, to be able to fly, be free, to be happy. Suddenly the things changed, she already did not love me, everything already was not what before was, she already did not love me. All that made me think, she would not be for my, since she did not love me. I returned to feel the same thing, me happy recollections came but simultaneously sad, she was not she, was that wonderful girl. I returned to smile, returned to love, returned to dream, returned to cry, leaving me to go.