::S::

En espera de que vuelvas y tal vez vuelvas por mi, en espera de que vuelvas y tal vez vuelvas por mi...

::Be my Valentine::

Lucy van Pelt: [to Schroeder] Sometimes I don't think you realize that you could lose me. Are you sure you want to suffer the tortures of the memories of a lost love?
[pause]
Lucy van Pelt: Do you know the tortures of the memories of a lost love?
[Schroeder stops playing the piano just as Lucy goes berserk, demolishing the piano over her next line]
Lucy van Pelt: It's awful! It will haunt you night and day! You'll wake up at night screaming! You can't eat! You can't sleep! You'll want to smash things! You'll hate yourself and the world and everybody in it! Awwwwww!
[sobs, then quite normally]
Lucy van Pelt: Are you sure you want to risk losing me?

::Meant it::

Just because I said it, it doesn't mean I meant it.-

::Remember::

Baby please remember me once more.-