Understand why sometimes it takes ... or rather, not enough.
Because I really understood the reasons I have, perhaps, and certainly almost all very well, but it was enough. I'm missing you, no matter what date and where it comes from.
I miss your love, I miss your silence, I miss the smiles and know you are there. Everything you've been, everything that you were for me, what is there now? A handful of hatred and evil words overwhelmed by a huge helplessness. Can it really be done in all this?
I look at you while you ask me to leave and not tell me that you care about me and I realize how bad I did when I told you so. I wonder why do not you know love, because we should realize the importance of love after having lost ... There are logical answers, a simple logic behind this, but not enough. The logic does not count when you're in love that you have not had time to write. All you wanted to give me strokes and now there are more, many times you'd hug me and do not face you, do I have left, gestures of affection that we lost, not to disturb you, I will not to risk .
Today I realized that my father died.
The person I have known for years no longer exists: the disease has changed his mind and character, has canceled most of his feelings and replaced them with others, has made a stranger who does not know and does not recognize me.
It hurts to lose someone, especially if you love him and gliel'hai said once in a lifetime, the last day.
It hurts, it leaves an immense void, an enormous weight of lost moments.
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