Was not to be. Be my husband for life. No, I am your love. I saw the father of our children. I saw my husband forever. But there it was. At some point in our sky was not cloudless. But in our hearts did not. You were cold. And I returned too much.
You thought, on the other. I thought to us. You love. And I happiness. Played well both theatre relations. Only that at some point, we realize both that we must put an end to the workpiece. To stop this demonstration of bad taste. You took your Luggage I, the memories, and we started in opposite directions.
I'm not your woman. You belong to another. Was not to be, the two of us we're not together. We all go through a breakup. Some with my head held high. Other joint Moldovan elbow. Some were won, others with the soul hurts. Some are ready at any moment to return, others would be given a chance. But so was and will be.