Forty-Five Degrees Upward Tilt

I've been missing you since you left. I miss you a thousand times a day, but it's not enough. It felt like a hungry glutton. Even after three meals, he was still extremely hungry. How should I let you know that except you, I can no longer hold anyone in my heart in this life. Neither time nor space can change this unique love. And those loves that are crushed under the wheels of time are as natural as dandelions blown away by the wind. I still feel that you are always there. Even if I can't see you or touch you, I still feel that you are there. Could this just be an illusion? Will the pain caused by your departure be torn apart again in the middle of the night when I wake up from nightmares? I may not be ready to accept this truth. A splendid song and dance, a crowded stage, an impossible frontier.