I wish I knew all of your secrets, your skin\'s softness, how hard and loud your heart beats, not because you\'re someone, but because you\'re Björn, and nothing more then, and nothing less. Oh how I wish I could get only one moment of brave with you, locked in a cage- we couldn\'t escape.

But fairytales like this can\'t be real, it must be just a fantasy, nothing good can come out of the deepest pain we both felt for to long. How could love grow in a world so cold?
How can love possible be real between two souls, lived apart for a lifetime, brought together because of sorrow?

Our hearts must have faded away, at least I can\'t feel mine.
My hands are cold and there\'s no bright moments, but when I think of what may....or what did happen, there is something in me, awakening from coldness.

Almost like a part of me starts to live again and something inside of me makes me jump, higher and higher. I can feel how you get into to me, more then yesterday,
that your words are digging deeper, that I would like to taste you, if only
for one second. It would make my days worth living through.

Could it be ?
Can I feel ?