The sunset is still there. And all the stars. The flowers are there and so are their petals which used to cover the ground with your soul and to make one turn into the other. They still fall at certain times. The rain still purifies me and brings me back to life. I still don’t know what I want but I’ve found out somethings I don’t. and I don’t actually avoid those very often. I don’t miss any memories. After all, all I still have of my own are memories. My dreams remain all here, and so are the possibilities of making them come true. My nightmares usually include you, even when they give me a short time of you and me. The problem is I wake up. I still can smile and I laugh even more. I still can go running to forget my problems. I already have other problems, although some are the very same ones. The colours I saw then, I still see them, and the sky has always a new sparkle or an old one to remind me of what it used to be. The beautiful songs and their as beautiful introductions still please my ears and I’ve surprisingly met some you’ve never heard. I even have my own melodies. The moon shows up almost every night and brightens my clouds when darkness is all I see. The sun rises every single morning, even when the moon forgets me by myself. It doesn’t shine for only you. My body is still the same without you, my thoughts are even better. My emotions and feelings are now more easily controlled, but I’ve realized that intensity is a part of me. Your body is not here, and you may not take me with you, but you’ll always be with me, even when someone else is by my side showing new beautiful things. Maybe nothing needs you to be there, maybe neither do I, but it would feel nice.