On our way home I realize there's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes.

She looks for love, but not really.

El sueño que deje morir...

What if I like it?

What if I don't know how to stop it?

What if I can't?

What if I could stop I wouldn't?

What if I enjoy it?

What if I don't want to stop?

What if it makes me feel good?

What if this has become a part of me?