Skaitydama senus elektroninius laiškus radau eiles.
Seniai JO parašytas eiles man.
Už kurias taip ir nepasakiau ačiū, tuo metu negalvojau, jog turėčiau.
Ir tik dabar, tik dabar supratau, jog per savo nesusipratimą, naivumą ir kvailumą įskaudinau žmogų.
Žmogų, kurį man buvo lengva pamiršti, kurio nesupratau, bet ir nesigilinau į tai.
Tik dabar supratau jog per dažnai galvojau apie save.
Jo žodžiai:
Someone painted me the sky
I began to ask him why...
Love the girl you're kissing mad
Violins sang to me sad
It was sunny, wind was calm
Just believed he hold her arm
And the day she left just died...
Please a minute more he cried
Left alone he watched her go
Eager started walking slow
And he waited for her smile
Stopped and looked back for a while
Every step he took was tough
Someone told him would be rough
Though he seemed to understand
And believed it was no end...
Yes he said to her Myliu!
Atsiprašau.
