baby-girl...

I miss him. I miss this bastard!
but no, he is going to Nigeria.

why not New Zealand? this would be farther!



and those seconds, even just split seconds, when Marcin comes to my mind and I realise that he is no longer here...
I still don't believe it happened.
I plan what to ask him next time we see.


I feel so unreal.
like all that is happening was just my imagination, dream or a story I am reading.
it's just enough to close the book and correct everything that is wrong. or not in time, or missed.
I constantly feel like I had a possibility to get back time and redo all I want...

wake up baby-girl