There are times when I dream about you, and I wake up with a smile, forgetting that today cannot bring what was lost yesterday. I wake up to rainy mornings, hoping to find you at the other side of the gate, fuming with impatience, yet relieved that I am finally there…

But all I wake up to is an unending gloom. And all I feel is the bitter cold.

I miss you. I guess I always will.