I had everything but had nothing. I sold my soul for pieces of paper, I sold my soul in a vain attempt to save who I love  and doing it I slipped into a deep pit which I’ll never leave. I prayed that you appear in that church and  took me off of the altar,  shouting that you love me.  I cried on my honeymoon, because you were not on the side of my bed. But then I realized … You were gone. You did not care about me…I was crying for something that no longer exist: The real ”you”, the “you” that I love.