I believe in miracles

"The status-quo broke again. Down the rain everything was different, we ran and nothing was mattering us. You cheered up to kiss me, I was not capable of interrupting your spontaneity. A friction has always been wrapping me although I wanted to believe that I didn't actually care. I allowed myself to do it because it was a fact of the destination. I wanted to record in my mind every moment to remember your way of kissing, the way in which you were touching me. Because all the time I knew that that moment was ephemeral. The vain passions led me, I wanted to please all your caprices. Nothing mattered for me, nothing mattered for you. We kept on running wetted. You told me "Think of me" and you ran, I wish I had believed it. But I'm grown up, I do not believe in romantic confessions anymore. And we will always be looking for some other lovers 'cause I'm not your type. Wouldn't I be a miracle, but you're not a saint."