when life start to get not that busy and slow down, thinking starts back once again. not that young, not that old. but still, what I want? And when i've got nothing on my mind to plan and think about, you appeared again. sorry, but I guess. no one can find back the 'us' in the past. you are the first and I guess I won't hurt anyone else anymore. I'm not ready. I just wish someone can listen to me, there's always someone to hang out with, someone to scold me, someone to tell me it's okay, it's wrong, you did great. someone to hug me. I guess, no more. you no longer here and everything change. I'm still living, but sometimes I wake up, I still hope and wish you are still mine.