Now I'm gone, too. I've been gone for almost a week. And it's so strange, because when it comes "the time", I feel like I should be there. Instead, I'm here. That was my place for three months, two hours a day. And I know that's the stupidest thing to say but... I wish I could go back. I miss it there.
I left the place that reminds me more of you, the place where I met you for the first time. And I won't be able to see it anymore. And, as crazy as may sound, I love that place.
It wasn't bad enough watch you
leave, now I can't go to the only place where I know I could (possibly) find you again.
Time has passed, but there's not a day I don't think of you...