I felt I was on a liquid plastic bag. Completely under the water, with the head just thinking of his face. Missing him. Trying to figured out when and how you can truly say those 3 words which could means all. About 30 seconds under the water, containing my breath to can just be focus on the reason of live, of survive; LOVE. At the begin was like liquid plastic, with the shine of the plastic and the blurred and distorted of the turbid liquid. Then, I woke up… with the uncomfortable of the smarting eyes as the truth, and was as easy to accept, love is when doesn’t matter what happen. Weird words, weird things.