This is where our story passes by.
I've tried as hard as I could,
but you never gave it a chance.
You've denied the love we could have had together,
and now I think we stand next to never.
I stand incomparable with myself,
couldn't understand where we went wrong,
can't accept that you and I will part for the next years to come,
but I can't keep on trying, that was then,
and now I know you won't be back again.
It hurts me to see you get hurt,
and hurts even more when I know you are madly in love,
but not like him.
I'm happy for you for many reasons,
not only because you are sweet and serene,
but because you've proven to me that you know how to love, 
how that spacial someone who lives in your heart always is.
You know how to try as much possible, as to never letting go.
You will make a fine girl for anyone you'd please,
and a fine wife for someone who needs you 
as much as you may need of him.
I know I have to sustain myself
and try to find that someone who belongs along with me.
I'm praying to God that she hasn't passed by me yet,
because I couldn't fogive myself for letting love go.
I couldn't endure that with the rest of me,
and because destiny could never forgive me.