I didn't cry that morning in the Hungarian's apartment nor in the train on the way to the airport, his image getting smaller and smaller on the platform. I didn't cry whilst sitting alone at the gate nor when the plane took off for Paris. But when this song came on my iPod, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
A part of me knew what we had was special; another part of me knew it was over.
And somehow this video sums it all up.