Each day, I always stumble on situations I wish you were there with me. I know you would like it too. I know that if you had the chance, you'd spend time with me. But then, at the end of the day, I have to accept the fact that it won't happen again ... or maybe, not now. I'm still positive that one day, though our love would not be like before, we'd still have the chance to roam around and go to places we wish we were before. It will happen. You're not too bad, I know that. I'll wait for that moment. Surely I will.