TeaRs & FeArS

I guess anyone reading my blog, knows the obvious, but have not said it:

I really wish he remembers everything, all the way from year 2000. How we started, every bit of the way we took.

I wish he remembers and treasures it, returns as a whole of who he was.

My wish is fat hope.

I will die with this wish.

This is out of my life, let me concentrate on living without it.