In this grave of us, it's me and me only. been dead for years now, love, but still I'm dying slowly. (caption) *What happened to us* Walking down the street, I get glimpses of you in my memories. You are right there back in time. Young, beautiful, magical and surreal. I walk and see these strangers doing their own things. In moments like these, I don't know why, but I like to wonder what happened to us. Just like that Brazil vs Germany game in world cup, 1-7, it was similar between you and me. It was shock at first. Then upset and rage. Goals kept barging in. Soon it was disbelief and tears. And by the