5 years ago, he left. My feelings towards his departure continue to confuse me. Is he really the reason for my misery? If so, I’m not sad. for in my tears there will always be a shadow of his presence.
I saw his face laughing in their magic crystal, and i wondered why?! i broke my promise to myself that my weakness would never show in front of anyone. i must have looked pathetic.
“It is a subject you should talk more about”she claimed, and i refused to agree. But now that I can not find another explanation, i give up. at least now his legacy is more than just some stupid burns.
I took a look at his picture today, the only one that i got, it rests peacefully in its grave: my wallet. His laugh looked more sad than ever before. And I questioned myself again: Is he really gone?
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