Dedeita-Dorothee

    The only thing that destroyed my whole world, the thing that broke me apart, the thing that I can not get used to was your death. Everyday it gets in my head, every second I come to realize that losing you was the thing that made me weaker, I wake up every morning hoping it is just a really bad dream, each summer I keep telling myself "He will show up at the airport", he's not dead, and each summer for five years now you don't. I only want another year with you, a month, an hour, a minute. I won't talk, I will spend it listening to you. God there is nothing left of you. The last shirt that you wore is hanging in my closet, your smell is g