I see the people walk next to me, they pass me without even noticing I’m there, they are in such a hurry, people is always in a hurry in this city. I don’t see the reason for that.
I wonder about you, will you pass me by? Will you be in a hurry the first time we meet?
I wonder about the color of your hair, I wonder if I’ll know the first time I see you. I look into so may eyes in the street… I try to imagine where they are going, what they feel. So many people look sad in the street. It’s like they lost something.
I wonder if you like going to the movies, I love going to the movies or watching some at home. I wish I had a TV.
I wonder why I wonder so much, does it really matter anyway? But then again, how do we know something matters at all?
I believe love matters, and like Björk says, I miss you, but I haven’t met you yet.