It sometimes is so hard for me to visit you, my love.
Because everytime I walk this long path to you, the burden in my heart doubles.
Because everytime I buy you flowers, makes me angry for you leaving me.
Because everytime I see you, makes me realize the reality that you are never going back.
And that in reality I am mad at you for leaving to a place you know I can never follow.
But most of the time I am sad for knowing that I will never see you anymore even in my dreams that once was better than reality.