Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

all i want to do every night;

after work;

it's just to have you beside me;

even without talking;

to spend some time with me;

quietly;

and all we do its argue;

to you, you are defending your point;

rich, poor, what does it matter;

and u dislike the fact that im talking behind people back;

and u dislike the idea that i fight for food with the poor;

you havent the slightest idea what is on my mind;

maybe your friend doesnt need you to pity them;

by being a rich guy;

pays the bill everytime;

i understand you good will;

but i disagree with your point of view;

i cried again;

why is it so hard;

this is never the way i thought it would be;

be patient;

i tell myself;
one day i hope you will understand;

one day.