No. It's not your time yet, you have many days ahead of you.
Don't be so sad because of me. We'll meet again. Can't you feel it?
When we meet again, tell me all the happiest memories you experienced from this life. And when you hear me whisper in the wind, you'll meet someone who has a soul like mine. Now, let me leave you with your love in my heart.
It feels like someone cut me open inside. Every time somebody asks if she calls or if we write or even mentions the name of the city that she went to it feels like she’s leaving all over again. And it doesn’t end. It doesn’t get better because she was the most important thing in my life and I lost her.