Sitting here in the rain, again thinking of you as another day goes by. How long has it been? Four? Five? Six? No I haven't forgotten. It's now been eight years since you were gone from my life. I don't understand, how could this have happened? Did I miss all the clues that were shown to me, no you hidden them to well from my eyes, my child eyes. I always thought we were happy together. How could you go and leave me? I wish I could have said something to change your mind, to stop you from doing it. Maybe things would have worked out better. Still I wonder, why you left me, why did you left me in this world? Still I remember back to that day, right on the day of all days, by which I'm forced to be cursed to remember when it happened: My own birthday.