And once again here it comes, the disappointment. I had this stupid dream about you. You were there, on another side. Different, apart from me. So lonely… your eyes lonesome as ever, looking at me as I wouldn’t see you staring. Do you still love me? I believe you do. You never stopped, couldn’t stop loving this pure heart that has given you all you could take. Even more than you could take. Did you deserve it? No. Of course you didn’t. How could you deserve this given soul, this worship way of being, this reverence… Are you up there? In that stand I put you in? I know where you are… in that tiny mind of yours surrounded by nothing, by those people you think will be there for you when you need them but won’t. And you’ll end up thinking about what you’ve lost; after all, you lost it all…