We found and we lost. We smile and cry, we laugh it all the way. Nobody knows how you meant to me and me to you. At least that was what I know. Now you have gone. I wish I can do things that you asked me to. But, to whom should I prove? You are already gone, graduated from this life. And I am the lost one here weeping. No one understands, no one care. I don't blame them, they have their own pain and lost. The pain and misery is not exclusively mine. Not even the new person tried to understand. They jealous the memory of you. They want to override it. They want me to empty the space and put them there instead of you. I am not alone. All of them also have that space that is reserved for their lost one. But why they insists on others? Why can't they forgive me for they also don't let their space vacant? Yes, we all have that space in that little heart of us where we can't remove. Yeah, that's why trauma don't go away easily. Can we delete it? Yes. We ca...
A place where I don't know what I said.
