He is a perfection that is not made for me.

Two different people in two different worlds met by chance

With the whole world conspiring against their unite

She fell in love as he moved on

To him she was a way of amusement

Acigar under the stars at 2 am

But

To her he was an endless night of a red wine

To her he was the one

Now he has a life and probably two or three statutes for the night

while

All she has is his memory and a dying heart