Why is something in my stomach pulling me down,grandpa?
Why do I feel sick?
Why do I have a need to throw up when I think of him,when I realize I miss him?
I need him,grandpa.
More than living beings need the sun.
You understand what I mean,dear.
I remember your stories,please tell them one more time.
All I need now is a cup of hot milk,without the cream,like what you used to make me when I was just a little girl,when I didn't know pain,when I didn't know love.
I want to listen,grandpa. I really do.
I am happy,yet why do I cry?
You found your woman. And I found him.
I need to touch him,look at him.
I just want to fall asleep in your embrace,like I never used to,grandpa. I need that someone takes care of me,and you always did.
I don't want to cry because of Disney cartoons' endings,I really don't.
I miss him,grandpa.
Have you ever been in love? What is love?
I need his hands in my hair. I need his eyes on me.
It's not that I can't live without him. I just don't want to.
He's my everything.
Promise me my happy ending,grandpa.
I need that...
I love him.