Ivan | Spreen

I saw you dancing that night, shining with your absence. You were there, but not with me, and yet I felt something was being written without either of us knowing. Like those stories that begin before anyone says "hello. "

Nothing happened. And yet, it all happened. Because some people don't arrive to stay at the right time, but to stay in our thoughts.

I feel like it wasn't the last time. That at some point in the future—on another night, another song, another version of us— we're going to meet again. And when that happens, it won't be by chance. It's going to be destiny, one of those that hurts a little... but it's worth it.