Behind the door....

I remember waking up every morning and looking at that picture of us, and wondering if I will ever see you again, if you would be still alive that day. It took me very long to accept the fact that one day you will not make it.

Today I look at that same picture every night and wonder if I ill ever see you again because I might be the one to not make it to see the next day.

...llena los sentidos...

The breeze.