What I feel for you is useless, I know. But one day you are going to have a lot of stuff behind you, and not so much ahead of you. You will be looking for some support, trying to find something to count on. You will be different, everything will be different, I dont know where will I be, but who cares. And to think that once you could have get all my dreams, voice, doubts, ideas that I even I never knew about. My inpatience, my shiness, you could have got the world for the second time. And once you think about it, it won't matter if you didn't know how to have it,or you just didn't want to have it (...) All that will matter is that you were once my weakness, my strenght, my loss, my gain, light, darkness, pain- my life. You are going to be stuck in the ashes of my memory, forever, stronger than time, than the stars, than the death... You're quiet. Good. Don't tell me to forget it. You are a wise man. Because if I will ever forget than it wouldnt be me anymore. Because you were inside all of me, my things, you are flashing through my memories, you were in a place where the dreams arent even born yet. And if anyone would take you out of my life, my memory, there will be nothing but an eptiness. I wanted to forget you, but when I was looking at the Blue earth it was like if I was looking at you. Because you are everywehere I look.