There is indeed the possibility of a love turns into friendship, pure and true. Because love does not end turns. If it not turned into anything, even if hate was not love. There is indeed the possibility of being right, to embrace and lie next to a person who was once your all, without trembling all over, just past the head how much that person is special and how much you want her around, not with intentions, but simply because that person makes you well. And make me well. Although it is a time bomb, ready to explode, because no matter how much love is still, as far as it will turn?