If It Goes Up, Must Come Down. [Part 1]

Eve

Everything reminds me of you,
Even the first three letters of this poem,
I want to be thinking in my thoughts that I am with you,
I want to think that my worst fears never came true.

In a white house, a mansion in Switzerland,
Three million in the bank, two Lamborghinis down in the garage,
Racks of gold, purchased lands and people who hold you as a standard to follow,
But I must turn the page...

I tried, I tried to turn the page,
But now they call me gay,
Maybe it's because I look at him as if I had imagined years with him, ages.
I don't want to think about this, but now I'll stay with you.