David and I
This may be the closest I've gotten to him since we were separated last time.
I don't know how much longer I can live in a world without David.
Every time I dream back at midnight, his figure is all over my mind, but I can only cry alone while touching the wet pillow.
This is my story with David. The story may be a comedy, or it may be a lifeless tragedy. Because the story continues.
And I just hope it will be a beautiful story.
I will put all my unbearable emotions into these words.