The night roads of this city are alone like me.
We have walked in these streets.
She held my hand, our finger crossed.
She has not spoken much but I have tired to.
I have tried to prove why she should chose me.
The dark night has seen us.
Every moment we spent together, I have tired
to love her more.
I knew that he is her life.
I will never become her life.
But I don’t know how can I leave her.
If I leave her I have to leave all the moments.
She loves him but she loved me too.