Today, I was thinking about WHEN we really know we love someone. We usually notice we love someone when it's too late to stop him or her, when he/she's far away, when you've lost him. And that's the moment when you realise you've lost him, it's too late. And you've got to start everything again, stand up and continue walking.
And that was what I did, but I don't worry about that... It's okay, humans make faults. But I won't commit the same one more time if I can avoid it...