You wrote your last trip in two words you've already heard it in all over your heart before it stopped.. We had oceans of distances, I wish I had crossed that sea that separated our hearts and listened to your last whispers.
Since your death, I go to your grave, sometimes I do not bring flowers with me, But I know how much flower was born beside your grave from my tears.. The sadness of your separation is indescribable. Whenever I try to remember the road I left you, the sky of my eyes starts to rain and I cannot hold myself in front of others.
Yes, you died, yes, i have to bear your separation between the alley of my soul and listen to my sorrow between my heartbeat.. I know the cruelty of this pain that grows every day in my chest and I cannot tell anyone.. I want you to know that I will never forget you. No matter how long it takes to see you. I will wait, to meet you again and this time it will be eternal.. - Maya Ahmed #mayaahmed
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