He looked at her footsteps, she had just walked past here.
He collected the traces and went ahead.
She was unaware of his presence, her heart dedicated somewhere else.
And she was about to turn back, but someone called her.
He was mesmerized by her charm, confused between dream and reality,
As he watched her go to the call, he hoped again to be in her mind.
He gathered her traces, her happy and sad faces,
And found bits of her love that she had saved for someone else.
Nervousness prevailed at his face, he thought about his love story,
And realized the flame in his heart was still alive, he smiled to himself.
His time, his soul, were all hers, would be all hers,
Even if those bits of her love belonged to someone else,
Even if she showered her love on someone else.
He knew the passion that had been dwelling inside him, would remain,
He knew her happiness, and lots of happiness, would be his first concern.
With every bit of himself, with the tiniest of moments he shared with her,
The moments when all he thought about was to see her happy,
He knew he loved her, he knew he would do so forever.
And he never cared to wonder how
