Sorry
I want to say sorry, for myself. Sorry, that you have to face the reality. You are alone and that person no longer exists. The time she asked me who is the person on my mind that pops out when I have to imagine I'm on a hot, dry desert, and I run out of water and food, there's a place covered with trees, looks so comfortable for a rest. Who is someone that might be there? I see that person. And that person only. It is good to have someone that always has your back and who exists for you. But, no. Sorry.[]