Loving you is the greatest thing in my life and I could never imagine how much loving someone can feels good. I could never see it as something enjoyable until you left me. But now, the truth is, I can not love someone else anymore. I can not give a piece of my heart to anyone else, when my heart broke, you took the biggest piece with yourself and now, it’s an incomplete broken heart.
No one can heal it; nothing can heal it, except you because you are having the missing piece.
You can not send the missing piece to my address, because it needs some magical glue which comes from your heart.
In the last 6 years, we shared too many moments with each other and it’s my only history of love. You are my only picture of love, and I can not, I can not forget these years and put them behind.
Because this is the history I will never forget and I will never be able to start over with someone else.
Death is for someone like me. Death is like going to heaven. Because now that I know being in this world won’t bring you back to me, maybe going to another world that I even don’t know if it exist, can help me to find you. Maybe dying will help me to fly to you, to your home, to your bed and caress your face like what I always imagined I would love to do in my dreams.
Maybe one day, you would feel something is caressing your face, maybe one day, my love would pass all of the filters and walls you made and would reach to your heart… then, I would say
I LOVE YOU ANDREW, FOR ALL OF MY LIFE AND AFTER I DIES, I LOVED YOU AND WILL LOVE YOU…
Baby, the truth is, every day, every second I am praying and begging God, you come back to me, and tell me that meaningful sentence that you said too many times before, but I never understood its meaning…
That, you love me too and you would never leave me again…
I think I will die of happiness at that moment.
