Today I sat on the bed of the bed, our bed and I looked at the sky. For a moment I thought that you had not yet gone. That you still did hit my chest, like a magnet. But I've noticed that you're just absent.
From my window I can still smell the perfume that impregnated our silk sheets. Those that you liked so much because as you were as soft as the touch of my skin.
You forgot to carry your hobbies, you've done it again, you're back to leave your watch LOTUS blue sea, if I gave you on our last trip in the comfortable, on the right side, right in place.
I go into the kitchen and stare at each hole of the stay, I look at the sofa, there was our first time, do you remember? That night even the moon became jealous.
I escape me tears of pain. I'm despondent.
But I still remember.
You always know how to make me laugh, but also as to convince me that was the one who made you a perfect being.
I and only I would be your companion in the toughest moments, but also the best.
I was your girl, and therefore which besabas to fall asleep, which mimabas tirelessly and which would not be able to fight for their dreams if you were not part of them. By simply, you were everything.
And it's true, I do not go out as before, because any place reminds me of you.
I stay at home, waiting, in case you decide to return.
No, maybe someday I'm missing. Or maybe not.
Meanwhile I'll be standing in the doorway looking forward to come back, but this time to stay, forever.
