I am already very satisfied. I always want to give you my own things, my time, my likes, and I have never asked you if you want it. I only know that this is my thing, I don't give it to anyone else, and you have never been anyone else. Until now, what kills me is not the endless darkness in my life after you left, but the few moments when I calmed down and recalled the beautiful past between us. To me, it was all like late.
Intention: Missing him