WHEN He WALK AHEAD . . .

Remember this place?
I remember how excited I was in my birthday ... finally, after five years, a real vacation  with my loved one and my best friend
I remember how I wait for that moment to spent
I remember how many hopes that I thinked and wish at that moment
and I remember how I hurt the day before it was happened ...
I remember, and it was scars me a lot ...  until I had no tears to cry ...
I remember how I had no one to trust again, no body except her ...
She who always walk besides me, who always trust me and I can trust ...
Even when he leaves and walk ahead . . .

That was the story of my past ... at January 2009