Letters to a departed.

People die.
When I think of all the happiness we've shared I feel blissful.
But then... I feel this woeful pain inside me, crushing all my internal organs, making me bleed.
I miss you... Don't you miss me?
I guess I'm selfish...

I can't feel you anymore.
I can't feel your love.
Why is that so?
What happened to our love?
Did it also died with you?
Is it death so wonderful that you prefer it instead of me?
Can't love overcome death?
Or is that love can only be phyisical?
If that's so, we've already lost our last drop of heaven.

I still love you.
I still miss you.