Time and space have driven you out my life and pushed you far away of my sight. I forgot the sound of your laughter, the heat of your presence and the way to your heart.

But if it’s all over, if everything we were is washed up, how come you fill my every doubt and carry my every thought?
How can it be done when I still hunger for your kiss and long for your touch?
How can it be done when your ghosts hunt me every night and your smell still lingers?

But as sure as I once was about the flood of our love, I am now convinced of our wreck.

And regardless how far we’ve drifted, I’m trying to believe in this world where a part of you will forever be a part of me, but how can I believe in other worlds when I find it a great effort to believe in this one?