Sometimes time sneaks between your fingers. And you realize too late, once you have nothing left, to think about what does you good, the moments you should have taken better advantage of or the hugs that should have been infinite.
Rarely have I felt in my life that feeling that everything is lost, that there is a void in front of you in which you are about to fall.
The first time was when I found out my father was dead. It seemed like a horrible lie, knowing that I would never see him again, that I would never be able to ask him for advice again, that he would not accompany me back to school. I felt powerless, I felt like looking for an alternative of stealing a minute, just a minute from Fate and preventing dad from going through where he had to go back then so that the next time I saw
