The pictures.

I look at our pictures in my computer. It hurts. There, still can see the love coming through his eyes. But there's no more now. It hurts.









I missed him, badly.










-Nobody.
I hope she will take a good care of him better than I did before. I hope she will supported his body when his leg hurts, like I did before. I hope she will call him so many times when he's sick/fever, like I did before. I hope she will give tones of msgs to him while he's sleeping like I did before. I hope she will wipe his sweats with her shirt, like I did before. I hope she will wipe his mouth every time he take his meals, like I did before. I hope she will hold his face whenever his feeling down, like I did before. I hope she will laugh every time he farts, like I did before. I hope she will hold his nose when he's sneezing, like I did before. I hope she will massage his legs when he's tired of driving, like I did before. I hope she will cry when he's suffering, like I did before. I hope she will clips his finger's nail, like I did before. I hope she will hug him every time he's feeling cold, like I did before. I hope she will get angry each time he's doing mistakes, like I did before.








But then .. I hope she ... make him happy like I never did before. I hope she understands him better, like I never did before. I hope she will surrender each time they had a fight, like I never did before. I hope she will obey to what he said, like I never did before. I hope she will get the chance to be with him forever, like I never had before. I hope she will get the chance to marry him, like I never had before . . and after . .







Hopeless wishes, hopeless dreams.