Andre Asiman. Give me your name (№ 367098)

I've never been happy to day-dream so serene. "I will plunge into grief," I thought. The mountain had to come sure, maybe imperceptibly - so these things happen, as I have heard - and there will be no relief. Ignore it, thereby destroying. "It's a pathetic, cowardly act," I said to myself, knowing that I was the ACE. And if it is uncontrollably overwhelmed me entirely? If it is captured and not released? The grief that came to stay forever. If it did the same thing to me that I wanted to do with him during those horrible nights like took away some important part of my life, as part of the body, and losing Oliver is like losing hands? "You're going to see his Ghost everywhere in the house, and never come back. You lost it, you always knew I would lose, and prepared for it; but you can't force yourself to live with that loss. And hope not to return his thoughts to him - that is prayer is not to see about him the dreams. Both immensely hurt".