When my mind floats lost in problems, situations and things, even knowing I shouldn't, that isn't part of the clauses of "the therapy of forgetting", even then I think of you... 'cause more than anything, the idea of having you invading my thoughts is the only thing that comforts me. And even if I don't do it twenty four per seven, when it happends, happends bad and it's truly harmful...

ps: I'm still in pain, in greef, I still turn my back every time I hear the imaginary whisper of your voice in my ear, your hands on the tresses of my hair... and the memories still reach the depths of my heart, the tears still know the journey in my face and most of all I'm still loving you one day, for each day.

Oh if i didn't wish you were here alright.