all i have of you, are stories told by other people who met you
pictures taken by other people, with you
and i can't help it but to wonder, why can't i have something with you?
just one memory with you...
not knowing what ur voice sounds like is sad enough
not being able to hear u reply to me, after talking to you for hours, makes me feel stupid
i know writting won't change the fact that i will never have a special memory with you
because you're dead, you're gone, what if i was dead, i don't quite believe in the after-life or what it holds, but what if, what if you existed somewhere else?
i just wonder, will i ever get the chance to meet you one day?
everything here, reminds me of you, your portrait, your grave, your family, which is part of me, i love you jeddo