How much time has passed?
It feels like it was yesterday the last time I saw your face. I still can't believe that you're not here. I'm always asking myself if you're looking down upon me, but I guess the answer is no.
I love you.
And I regret all those times I didn't tell you. Because you were my life, and, now you're gone, I don't even know who I am. I can't avoid wondering if dad knows about all what happened, and I just don't think he does.
He's never cared about us.
Are you there? Do you hear me when I talk?
This is killing me.
Why did you left? Why didn't me?
I hope if you're watching me right now you can see how much pain y