Meeting is inevitable, and separation is inevitable. From the moment I completely lost you, I started a journey. The journey of forgetting you lasted for the rest of my life.
Today is the 40th day since you left. This is just one of countless separations, and it is also the last.
I don't know how long it will take for you to leave my mind every day, but every day is going on hard and slowly, no matter whether I want to keep or dissipate.
Intention: My heart is a piece of cake, and it cannot be swept away.