It was third day of November 2015. I can still remember all the vast happenings, all the memories that he had just left so quickly. It was him whom became mist of the past. He’s a man full of smile, full of hope and love. The heart was filled with sharp pointed needles, and the eyes with millions of broken glasses. He can see the angels. He can see that creepy little girl crying beside you, shredding out her blood from her eyes. It is because he is dead, I am dead.

Until now, I can still here my voice, my last words saying: I died for you simply because I loved you. I already miss those smiles, those eyes that keep on contacting, (smirk) and those rising of your eyebrows. Miss those times when you and I were about couple of floors away, but still reaching each of our magnetic forces as my eyes strikes on you and yours as well. Miss those times when I look at you at the window and you had raised your lips to smile in reply to me, not only for ones. Miss those times that you say my name, different on how you call others. Miss those times when you were still here.

I had patiently done my waiting, 20, 30 minutes, 1, 2, 3 or 5 hours, though I know that you don’t expect me to be waiting for you. So at the end of this melancholic story, you aren’t there for me. Our fate makes us together, but sadly there is this fact that you are my north and I am your south. We are meant to grow apart from each other. I am meant to die while you are meant to live but love will not change.

It is very hard to make a eulogy for yourself, a eulogy for my dead emotions. As I finally realized that the man, whom is speaking, is the one who died, it was I whom I called to became mist of the past. Goodbye to you my friend, farewell, until we meet again, my emotions, 1999-2015.