I can't read your poem without a tear. Yet I keep reading them every once in a while...

I can't look at your pictures not remembering times you made me believe, wish, try, dream... and I keep looking at them.

I just don't think I will ever be able to forget you, somehow, you played on my feelings today. You haven't done that in a while, to be true.

I can't remember last time I actually thought about you like before... when was the last time I was into you? When was the last time I was thinking of you for 20h? When was the last time I actually were listening to your voice? Feels like it's gone, but it's my past and I don't want to let it go, because it's all I have of you... memories are all I have...

And every single day they still come... they still come... to make me cry.