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3 years from dead of my head. 3 years from melting down all mentality. 3 years from day when I dont live anymore.
3 years ago I last time kissed, hugged, looked at, talked, kept hand the beautest person on the world.
I love like crazy every day. I miss like noone can imagine. I cry like baby.
Help. God. I beg
First in life celebration day (Christmas, Easter) when on this world exist 0 people who love me.
Till last Christmas was at least my Father. Whitout conscious, but He was.
Now noone.
I spend these days with many tears thinking only about these three people who I still love and will love forever.
Mamo, Tato, Juluniu - kocham. Na zawsze.
Cry all morning.
So much miss Her. So crazy much.
I dreamt about Her at night.
Listen to our song whole morning. " A może to miłość..."
Tato dziękuję za wszystko.
Mam nadzieję, że już nie cierpisz.
Że jest Ci tam dobrze.
Kocham Cię.
Do zobaczenia....