The Day After Fourth Day

Hey dear,

Thank you for remember yesterday was our fourth day. Thank you that you were there. Thank you for talking to me. It means a lot. Sorry that I didn't reply the last post, but here I will write to you, to reply and tell you everything.

I was crying. When you liked my post, when you sent me back a capture, when you wrote a long story, when we talked each other. I imagined we talk face to face. I imagined you were in front of me. I imagined we talk while I'm sniffing your hair. I can't believe that we're just be separated for about 2 weeks. But I feel longer than that.

I'm crying, now. While I write this first post on July. I'm tottally broken, miserable, almost give up to face the reality, and through this shit life. I lost you physically, and it hurts me, you feel me, don't you?

But, I've promised you, I should live better. I should be happy, I should show the world how worth I am to living on earth. So I tried, yes I try, and for sure I will try.

Oh love, I miss you, like crazy.

It's harder than LDR. It's harder than anything. I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will forget me, you will leave me behind. And you will no longer waiting for us anymore. Can we just back to in time, when we met first time, at college? When everything started from just friend, when we were young and hadn't a hardest story like ours.

I lost my hope. I'm a dead man walking. I live just live. I eat just eat. I sleep just sleep. I cry too much. Even I was in crowded, in office, and blablabla. I'm weak. I'm a loser. I'm pathetic.

Why God put us on this part? Why? Why He let we're falling in love till our heart almost blow up? Why? Why He gave us a grand love, an incredible journey, and an irreplaceable history? Why? I still ask Him, everytime. I'm digging my heart and brain and ask my self, why? Do I regret? No. I never regret to love you this much. I've never been loved as hard as we do.

My dear Anakin, would you tell me better story next time? Would you promise me, to keep our book has space? It will be written till we old and die, with everything we through, see, hear and feel.

Love,

Your the one and only Padmé.