It is only on my way home that I start to think.

That same old path I walked everyday was the same old path where you last held my hand.

I miss you so much.

I thought of the many things we wanted to do or could have do together.

But it is too when I think, I can't help to rem' the things you can never give me all these years -- Your time & your prescence made felt.

So many times you are so distant from me, from my heart.

When I didn't see you, I would never know where you are, what you are doing.

I was greatly disappointed to hear what I heard. Wasn't I the one who asked you first? How come it is still not me?

Things that I couldn't come to terms with, I have to now.

Good night.