Bloody Sunday

Sometimes I wish that as much as we wanted something that could become real.
I have no guarantees but i truly wish we had a chance. Maybe it's not the right moment. I know that. But I can't help feeling this way.
Once probably I've insisted in something I wasn't sure but deep inside I knew I could have some else better than. Now it's very different.
I felt I could be me and also feel good about it. That surely means something.
I hate this situation. And I don't even know what I can do about it.

I wish I could write better tonight...but I don't.
I just know I still dream about you.