愛的動詞三態

I used to so adore my tango love, I wanted to see him everyday. So I search everywhere just to see him again.

The way he looked at me makes me feel I am the only one in his world, boy, I felt myself so important.
My tango love danced with me again and again till the music stoped. He let go my hand and ran back to the DJ station, played another set of songs, then came back to me, said, "shall we?"
I couldn't see anything, anyone but him, seriously.

But you know, everything changes. Things change and end. Life changes, and so does love.

And that's another story, though.