Again I find myself in my room being alone, since I lost you the colors of life feels drier than constumbrella, Karla always tells me that I must continue with my life and close this stage, meet new people, Love really will be the key? Maybe if maybe not, even though it's been a year since you left, it still hurts, I'll go back to the city with my family they still don't know you left and maybe I'll never tell them, they really liked you, every day I go to your grave, sometimes I think, can you see me? Will you think I'm weak? If you were here and saw me like this you would be angry, life is very beautiful but also very dark.
And I hate that.