23/07/23 22:44

I am still exististing never existed readers.

I dont write.

All was already said.

Every day love and miss are higher and higher.

It has no sense to express everyday the same. 39 year old man crying because of lost one and only love in his life. Who love and miss after more than 2 years like crazy. Who dream about Her. Who watch photos every day. Who cannot stand and run a life. Who lost his humanity and doesnt know why still live when pain and stress is so high every hour. Noone want to see it. So I cry in the room, among my lonelyness. In big silence. Till the end which every day is closer luckily.