Ya no más, sin embargo...

I don't ever dream about you and me anymore. I don't even make up stuff about us: that would be considered insanity.

I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in. I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing.

I don't know your timetable.

I don't know your face off by heart, but I must admit that there is still a part of me that thinks we might get on, that we could get on, that we should get on.

En la foto: ya no más, sin embargo....