He was gone... He really was gone...
And I was empty from within. I stared at post it that he has left for me by the night stand and felt like someone was choking me to death. I can't breath. It was too hard. A thousand times harder than last time. No maybe a million. There were post- it stuck on various places in my room with small messages written on them. I stared at the one in my hand and I could almost feel him sitting beside me on the bed, reading it out to me.
Find yourself...and then come find me :)
Cause I'll be waiting...
How was I supposed to accept the fact that he was gone? That I won't see him smiling at me anymore. That he won't be here to hug me when its cold, c***k stupid jokes when I will feel down. That he won't kiss me again or touch me the way nobody e
