Every person who said to me I ain't beautiful, made me stronger. Everytime I thought I couldn't handle it anymore, made me try harder. But everytime you say a little word to me, I'm dying on the inside. Because I learned to handle those people, who don't matter, but I never learned how to handle a person so special like you, a person who I love so much.
I never learned how to deal with a love, which doesn't get an answer.