Absense destroys mediocre passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Ħɛℓℓσ! Ѧʏ иαмɛ ιƨ Ĵɛƨƨιcα Ɯαℓℓ. Ɩ'м α ƨσρнσмσяɛ ιи нιɢн ƨcнσσℓ, 15 ʏɛαяƨ ʏσʋиɢ αи∂ Ɩ'м тʋяиιиɢ 16 σи Ғɛвяʋαяʏ 20тн. Ɩ ɢσ тσ ℓιттℓɛ σℓ∂ Ƨcισ αи∂ ℓιʌɛ тнɛяɛ. ˩ɛт'ƨ ƨɛɛ, Ɩ ℓσʌɛ тσ яɛα∂ αи∂ ωяιтɛ αи∂ Ɩ ρℓαи σи ƨтαятιиɢ σғғ мʏ ƨιиɢιиɢ cαяɛɛя ℓικɛ мʏ ∂α∂. Ɩ αℓƨσ ρℓαи σи ɢяα∂ʋαтιиɢ αи∂ вɛcσмιиɢ α тяαʋмα иʋяƨɛ ƨσ Ɩ cαи нɛℓρ ρɛσρℓɛ ɛʌɛяʏ ∂αʏ. Ɩғ ʏσʋ ωαит тσ κиσω мσяɛ, ℓɛαʌɛ мɛ α мɛƨƨαɢɛ. Ɩ ℓσʌɛ тσ тαℓκ!


As the days go by
And turn into years
I spend all my time
Wishing you’re here
Unable to hear your heartbeat
It feels like a crime
But my feelings don’t alter
The passing of time
I hope that you know
That my feelings are true
In less than a heartbeat
I’d take a bullet for you
I miss the long conversations
And quiet moments together
I sit here and remember
While I’m wearing your sweater
Not hearing your voice
Is like being without air
Nothing and no one
Can replace the love that we share
I miss the way
I would get lost in your eyes
The way when we kissed
My heart touched the sky
By the time this poem ends
You’ll know this is true:
That no one can love you as much as I do