Trust.

This month has been tough.

I hurt him. He's deeply hurt.

I know. Yet I stood still. Hard as rock.

Ignorance. Pain. Too little to reach 

me with plain words of human.

Yes, he's bleeding. The nasty scar

was cut open. He is dying.

Indeed.

Yes I know.

Ignorance.

Putting that all aside, I

stood firm. Thinking that I could

stay on living the way I am.

But hey, I'm still searching the 

right way to keep this still.

Fade.

Too hurt that he's fading away.

This time it's difference. If I don't get

a hold of him, he'll be gone forever. I
feel it. Yeah, so damn strong.

Scared. 

Yes, I thought I could live

without him. 

Wrong. 

It was all wrong. I realize it. Yeah.

So I get my final grip on him.

Don't go. Please have faith in me. 

I'm trying. Yes, I'm trying so 

damn hard on living our new life.

Way of living our love life

the way to not opposed to His rules.

Because I heart you way too 

much that I wanted us to enter Jannah

together with our pure clean self. 

Please, have faith in me. 

We can get through this. Together.