“What have I left,from loving you? Just my voice,with no sudden echo Just my fingers,which grasp nothing Just my skin,which seeks your hands And above all fear,of loving you still Tomorrow,almost dead. Charles Aznavour” — Guillaume Musso Copy Share Image
Till today I love her the same ... not because I didn't find anyone else ... but because ... I don't have time left after loving her… — AJ Copy Share Image
