As I write this, I am thinking about everything with all my consciousness and my knowledge that I thought. Not the reality i am bound to but this heart that belongs to me, that knows the feelings of happiness, sorrow, grief & pain but that loves to dream and that hopes to fill this void. With everything and nothing said between us, the distances- they fade. Like a gust of wind, I can feel your presence trying to make it to a full stop. I forgot most of the words i taught you. I am done, I will keep this diary incomplete for us to finish, not now, when we wake up again together in a dream.