30/08 18:50 miss over everything

If I know that I will not see you again - I dont want to live.

If I know that my hand will not touch your hand anymore - my desire is dissappearing.

If I know that I will not see your smile - please God stop it.

If I know that I will not kiss you again - there is no point for anything.

What keeps me in life, is hope. When this hope dies, my heart will die too.