To my romance, Jef.
I cried the whole night. I need you.
Yesterday, I went outside to clean. Our neighbor, Alex, asked me how I was. I replied him a smile and told him I'm okay. He said I should accept your death and move on to life. He said there's still more to life than not believing you're dead.
I threw him a blank stare and he told me I should see a psychiatrist.
What is he thinking?! That I'm crazy?!
So instead of arguing I stormed into the house, furious.
Then an idea popped in.
I grabbed my jacket and car keys.
Darling, why is your name on the cemetery?
