I ain't losing hope, but I feel alone.
Wish I could go back to summer 2009; holidays. Not so nice ones, but probably being in a place like that would carry my ghosts away.
I'm really miss being all alone at there, though I don't miss that deep pain which was able to broke me into pieces.
You came back. I love to see you smile & folkin' around like a garden child; hope you remember I'm always here & don't mind anything. Wish you the greatest.
Maybe this hard age is getting me ready for the huge things forward, since NOW, I decide to see everything in their best way.