" My thoughts always thinking of you. Never knowing what you are going through. You are mine even when I never have time. You are the reason I breathe.
I know you wish for me to leave this life behind; I asked you to come with me, but you declined. Days go by and I sit and cry. Hoping I could grow old fast and die. I cannot bear losing you to this life. It hurts so much, just like a knife. Pour me a glass of wine so we can drink. Chase away your problems but do not think.
The path is clear, just see it beyond the atmosphere. Because there is nothing left for us, my dear. "

― Dina Husseini