It was a night, the darkest night, the moon was very big, and I was lying on the beach.
All my thinking were for him, I imagined that he was with me, but I woke up of my dream and I looked near to me and I realised that my imagination was doing her things.
So this made me start crying, none of this things would happen, because you were away from me.
The day of your death I thought my life was over, my mind was all dark, the only thing I could saw was our last image together. But three months passed from then and every day of my life were the worth.
And all this made me go to the beach, lay in the sand, think about him, watch the moon and then I realised that the best thing would be dying and going with him.
All my thinking were for him, I imagined that he was with me, but I woke up of my dream and I looked near to me and I realised that my imagination was doing her things.
So this made me start crying, none of this things would happen, because you were away from me.
The day of your death I thought my life was over, my mind was all dark, the only thing I could saw was our last image together. But three months passed from then and every day of my life were the worth.
And all this made me go to the beach, lay in the sand, think about him, watch the moon and then I realised that the best thing would be dying and going with him.
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