Gala is dying

You came up in a conversation, at the beach, in a tasty meal... believe me, you came up perfect.

You stayed, in our minds and you made the future beautiful, possible, happier...

But for you to be truth two are necessary, in the right moment and in the right place... and baby, today I don't think that's as achiveable as that day on the beach...

Today you're less possible... I'm sorry... and is probable that you won't be at all... it's a shame, I know... I wanted to know you too.

But hey!... there's still hope... and if hope fails... trust me, you'll come up again, in a conversation... but with another name.