If it just would be true.
Or it is.
And I’m just out of right words.
So you may think, why should it matter by now, if it’s the wrong words.
But what can I say, to make you realise that your place is here with us, as long as you are still there?
Don’t spare us. Or me.
Life is pain.
And laughter.
And love.
I miss you.
It is at it is.
I wouldn’t won’t it any other way.
Hope dies last.
Still true for me.