What could be more worse?

What could be more worse than your heart stop beating?

And you ache for some pain.
And you long for some touch.
And you wish for a relief.

I cried. More than I should. I cried. More than I could remember.

I cried like Precious just left us.

I don't know if it's right or it's wrong. But I never felt this depressed after so long.

I can only hope, with time, I can move forward with you. With time, I have no fear. With time, I'm more certain than I ever was. I'm not sure when but I'm hoping I will be so soon.

And I hope you don't give up on me.