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I miss you so much, it hurts.
Just because I can’t talk to you anymore, doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you.
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Pray
by Kodaline
How many nights do you lie dreaming
I’m counting the days since you went away
When I lost my heart, life lost all meaning
What I would give to see you again
I’ll pray for you
Do you pray for me?
I’ll pray for you
And you slipped away from me without talking
The look in your eye was stronger than this
And I drink alone to stop me from weeping
What’s left of my heart is forever yours
Forever yours
I’ll pray for you
Do you pray for me?
I’ll pray for you
I know I know I know I know
You can’t possibly do better, because I’m the best.
— Iwan Tumewa, 2011
Day 630
Dear Iwan,
Hey, baby. How are you doing these days? I hope you’re doing well up there (or where ever you are). I still wish, sometimes, that we could still Skype or whatever. Silly me, I know. I don’t believe in ghosts or supernatural activities, but I’d so kill to see one more glance of you, even if then you’d just vanish into thin air.
Baby, a few days ago, Shinta Kamdani was being interviewed on one of our afternoon shows. I recognized her face from the TV, so I came down right away. Said Hi to her after she’s done with it, talked a bit about you, and she said, “Yeah, we all miss him.” It warmed my heart somehow.
Anyways, yesterday a notable muslim preacher died in a motorcycle crash, leaving a beautiful wife and four kids behind. He’s everywhere in the news, and since, you know, I work at a local TV station, I couldn’t seem to be able to not see it. It shattered my heart the way your news did two years ago.
It got me thinking, why is it that the more dates I have, the more I realize how irreplaceable you are, baby? I just can’t help but to compare, and yes, you’re right, baby, you’ve set the bar too high for everyone else.
Ninety weeks have passed since August 6th, 2011, but still I wish you were still around. I miss you, Iwan. Like, too much. And I might not say this often, but I still love you, I can’t deny it. In fact, I don’t think I will ever stop loving you.
Always love,
Dea
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Your hand on my face,
fingertips on swollen lips,
the world vanishes.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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