I really have to find you. You stealed something from me. You have to give it back. If not, I will never stop thinking of you. Why do you do this? Taking a part of my soul and pretend that nothing happened.Your presence leave me speechless. I can not call this a crime. How do you do this? It is not only your beauty. There is something else. It’s magical, yet true. My heart is empty. My heart will never be the same. To know that I will never see you again. Is to know that I will never meet my whole soul again. I don’t know your name. I don’t know you. What I know is that I am in love with a stranger.
