And I don´t know what to say.

I used to think that one day we'd tell the story of us. 

How we met and how the sparks flew instantly. 

People would say" they're the lucky ones"
So many things I wish that you knew, so many walls that I can't break through !

 And I'm dying to know is it killing you, like it's killing me ? 

I'd tell you I miss but I don´t know how.