My heart is in his hands.... I never though or admitted this but is true.. Why I can't give him another chance?.. Be proud doesn't help me at all, just keeping my heart broken. I'm not better than him . He's my other half and I miss him....a lot Healing is what not exactly what I'm expected and also is still hurt...because.. His not with me....

Is been a long time. I left swearing myself that I was never coming back and now I'm here returning to my second home. I miss my uncle his almost my father my cousin practically my brother like his friend those lovely brown puppy eyes. To get back what I left behind and try to forget all this time the past ....the memories of loss...love...pain...but especially those green eyes.