Journal de la vie extraordinaire

Let me pour out something.

I don't know why I get so casted down just by looking at a...photo. I mean, who would cry just by staring at a photo. I thought of that word you said, that last word that came out of your mouth. It sounded so...farewell-like. I feel crushed. My brain keeps reminding me of you. Your eyes would be a thin friendly line whenever you smile. That was such a pleasing look. It's been long since you last showed that off.

When can I see you again?