I miss you.

Maybe the reason I smoke is to remind the scent you left all the times we shared laughter.

I miss you dearly.

Your smile, your greet, your voice, your sight.

I miss you deeply.

Life without you is not the same.

I miss you constantly.

But I pretend not to. Everyday.

I miss you secretly.

And I hope you have an amazing adventure.

Goodbye.