A life is lived, while another one was being wasted. Before feeling her presence. She was remembered everyday, while I was forgotten, like a dream from years ago.
Every meaningful symbol is shown to me, representing what has just happened and what I feel. Her praised existence and past presence will forever be remembered.
You disappeared right in front of me... and I keep searching for you everywhere
I just wish she was still here... the moment we said "I love you" a last time, is forever in my mind. I am haunted by her ghost in my rooms, where she once was, and I felt complete.
My existence is not the same without her. I question what is it without her, and how her vastly different existence complements mine. Another text with an absurd amount of references by me.