As I say goodbye to my 6 year old partner, I keep going to the deserted places outside the city. Because sadly, it makes me feel that I'm chasing something, looking for it in the empty desert, hoping I could find those smiles again.
Then I stop, realizing I'm sorta lost, and that all I'm chasing is a ghost. So I try to clear my mind, silently remembering all those years, and wishing I go back to her.
Thank you for passing through my life, helping me grow up, hoping I helped you too.