I think about this time too often. Gone just like that. From suicide. I don't even know how or what to feel and to this day I forget that he's really gone. That I can't talk or chat or say hello or even be angry with. No more playing together, no more of any of those. I have a new lover now but some days these happens... I still think abt it. Every news about suicide. I keep thinking about him. He exactly wasn't a great lover and quite messy but at the same time I feel sad. It had to end thatt way.
