Won’t getoverit

And transfer it to the most important person in my whole life.

I won’t see her again,

I won’t contact her again.

But I know deep in my im doing something to help recover her life.

I was doing a little better but it’s been already 2 days without eating,,,

Im on diabetic meds but my brain and body can’t make it again.

I’m on 67...

No family (away)

Few friends (away)

Completely alone.

How life happened this way??

Will never get over it.

Go somewhere and they ask about you...

Got into depression,

Hurt her,

And she left.

I will never get over it.

The Corona/ shit in these part of the world finally seems to be better even though we got a great wave.

Life seems to be normal for everyone,

It’s Sunday AM, today I do not have to work.

So what I’m supposed to do? Where are the instructions for life?

Gardening? Bikes? Or be depressed in all of them.

I find you are gone everyday,

Had the very best, was great, tons of work, but a “dream life”

Ended up in on the endless sadness ever only with the “dream”.

In the hotels, in the cafes

All the world was made with romance

In the harbor moonlit water

All the ships were swaying in a dance

Then you held me and you kissed me

And I knew I had to be with…

La Luna.....

Terrible pic,

12 years on a plane,,, wish you the very best....

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.

Just torn,,

Everyday i keep falling on my face,

And I stand up only to imagine you are happy and safe,

Selling, saving everything just to keep helping recover your life,,

That’s the only thing that keeps me alive.

Where is my limit,

How do I deal with this,

Im completely lost,,,

I think i will never stop loving her,,

It’s too late to fix anything,

I feel smaller and sadder everyday.

Look how she looks at you... you should ask her out...

How long is it going to take you to move on.