I still remember the nights, fearing not to lose you. Those nights use to haunt me, to imagine a day without you, your presence and essence around me. I cried, every night, losing myself deep inside for a fear of not having something I always loved. Moaning wasn't just pain but the pray of my heart, kill me or let me live. There isn't anything in between. Every other night, when the clocks turn 03 am, I look up to the dark ceiling hoping for the sun to rise, within my heart deep down.