I miss you. But I know I can't have you. Too much for me to let go. I would like to stay but I know I can't. I am so used to it. And it is like part of me. A part which I know I have to erase it, some way, some how. Nobody reads the mind. I never managed to. I know I was just a tool. But I don't know how to step back. They are always temporary files. I deleted but cookies stayed. Can't bring myself to delete everything. I just can't.