Dead.

Because shit happens unexpectedly when you are at your worst moments.

Because people whom you care about leaves, and will never come back.

Because sometimes you want to cry so hard, but you know you shouldn't.

I guess we are all here just to suffer.

I wish I had one more chance to tell you how much I love you.

Or how much I will miss you when you are not here.

Or at the very least I want to be there for you, to hold your hands when you leave, so you can see me for the last time, and I can capture your last moments.

How I wish I could turn back the time and called you again. And talked to you with more patience and understanding. And called you again once my hand phone died because the battery was flat.

But none of those matter anymore, because you had left, and here I am trying to justify myself that there really was nothing I could do that could make you stay. And maybe there was nothing I could do to make you stay, but I know I could had talked to you longer, with more effort put, and at least it could had made you happier when you left. But I had to be such a jerk yesterday. The one time I didn't care because I was just too tired, and you had to leave right away.

No sorry can do mine any justice, but I really am sorry.

And I love you, so much.

And you are already missed greatly.

Good bye.