Perfect.

We keep searching. Day by day.
We fall like stupid, we fall like kids when they’re trying tricks, and we are a mess. We breathe harder for some that don’t even know us, the real us. We run faster for stuff that maybe we don’t need at all in our lives. We cry because we think of ourselves less just because we said goodbyes to a good friend that kissed us after years. We remain with these thoughts, oh, but how would it have been…? Maybe that was my chance, I missed it.