I had always made the effort to see how you’re doing each and every day that passes us by. Leaving no questions unanswered you may have to ask.

I tried my hardest to understand why you would go to the arms of the man who has laid his hands on you, in all the wrongful views.

I must never know the answer for it may hurt to know the truth you bear inside.

I always loved the rush of the sea, as it comes crashing to the rocks below; the breeze brushing against our naked skin.

I always wanted to show you my home away from home, but never like this.

I guess we can never get what we truly want in life.