I won’t write down your birthday again in my diary and will erase your number from my phone book.
Even though I feel you are there, around, somewhere. Never too far…
I will never surrender and accept you’re gone…
Distance and time does not really exist anyway…
You are hugging me once more and I surround you with my long arms far too big for your body, for my own body too.
Your hands caressing my hair and my tears rolling all over your shoulder.
And you whisper in my ear:
Everything will be ok.
Everything will be alright.
You are gonna be fine.
But how the hell am I supposed to be fine without you?