You might know what it feels like to lose a friend. But you all found it one day. Not me. I lost my everything. My everything is my friend. My source of inspiration, my happiness, my joy of living. But I never found it. And I would never find her. Why ? Because she's gone. To the sky. Deceased.
You've probably already recovered from a great pain. Not me. And I don't think I'll ever get over it. You are laughing at me ? So put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if you had lost your soul? Nothing. You were crying. Well on my side, I'm like that.
No matter how well I show I'm doing. I can smile, laugh, dance and sing. Deep down, no one knows and will ever know that I'm sad. Because nobody sees it, nobody realizes it, nobody understands it and nobody listens.
Before you, Clara, I had no one to talk to. You died a year and a half after we met. I feel guilty. I blame myself for not having was as much there for you as you needed. I blame myself for not putting enough interest in you. I blame myself for being a stupid protege.
But I would like to apologize. Even if you are gone, you will always be missing, and that I can not help. Even if you never told me I love you, I hope I will be forever engraved in your heart...