I hope you don’t hate me when I tell you that I continued to love you even in the last seconds of our conversations. I hope you don’t hate me when I tell you that some days my head is tormented by the memory of our first hug and our last laugh. My heart travels between the memory of having you and the knowledge of losing you.

I hope that one day you forgive me for continuing to love you, holding on to me and failing to fill the hole in my soul that you took away the moment you left.

And who knows, maybe one day, through carelessness or poetry, you’ll like to stay.

ps: “Zhen4”

-V.