I still think about you at night
you come back to me with the stars.

He didn't pick her; you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.

Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!

Seeing old photographs, we get enamored by the memories we made which will keep tugging at our heart-strings forever and ever...