A part of what I feel now is love for someone that doesnt exist, I make up memories of our life together, something im looking forward to, meeting you foreign at some point of my life as a youngster, we will remember laughing together, sleeping together. Remember when you laid on top of me at the couch and I said I loved you?
Will it ever happen to me, Lord willing, that I find my foreign girl? Am I even romanticizing love that much? Iiving my life knowing that I found it, and today knowing that there's someone out there that wants to spend their life with me?
Pars eorum quae nunc sentio amor est in eam quae nondum est.
Fingo nobis vitam communem atque memorias quas numquam habuimus;
animum ad spem tendo, ad te peregrinam
quae aliquando in iuventute mea mihi occurras.
Recordabimur nos una risisse, una cubuisse;
meministine cum supra me in lecto sederes
et dixissem me te amare?
Num umquam mihi continget, Deo volente, ut puellam meam peregrinam inveniam? Num tantum amorem ipse exorno atque nimis romantice fingo? Vivere vitam meam quasi iam illum invenerim, atque hodie scire alicubi esse aliquem qui vitam suam mecum degere velit?