I don't know, I truely don't know. I guess I just don't care enough to try to know. I know a lot of things, but I don't know this one. I actually don't like not knowing stuff, it gets on my nervs. So I try to know, I try to find out... but not this time. This time, I'm not even interested. The only thing I'm sure of, is the fact that I like you. I don't know when, where, or even why. That's right: I don't know why I like you this much, but I know I do. And I also know that there's nothing I can ever do to change that. Or even you, or anybody else.
No sé por qué te quiero tanto. Literally, no lo sé. No tengo razones. Lo único que conozco de vos son tus gustos musicales. Me resulta imposible entender cómo después de cuatro meses juntos no logramos llegar a conocernos en lo más mínimo. Me gusta cómo te reís y cómo hablas. Me fascina el espacio entre tus dientes. Me gusta que hagas divertido hasta lo más aburrido. Me gusto yo cuando estoy con vos.
