It is horrible when you lose something dear.

Her visit was unexpected, but was she really there?

It is horrible when you realise you were wrong about someone.

For all of you who have lost or are missing someone very dear.

Poem.

I feel lost without you.

I hate to see people unhappy.

Sometimes you have no other options than the one infront of you.

Arsonist burns things. Flames. Heat. Things taken away. Burned. Sand, rubble beneath the feet. Gone forever.

Everybody should always keep a little faith.