The most cowardly crime one can commit is leaving.
I remain fixed in this trance that one day, maybe one day, you'll come back for me.
Days fade on, years go by...
Slow in reality, quickly in reflection.
Grace is always granted, excuses are always acceptable.
They don't understand, I have this natural inclination, this absolute desire, to know you.
I can't explain why.
You're missing out on me.
I grow, I learn, I succeed.
I shrivel, I weaken, I fail.
Why can't you be proud of me? Why don't you want me?
I'm sorry doesn't cut it.
How could you turn your back?
I am still your forgotten child.