My dears.

If your were here, I would hold you tight, and tell you how much I miss you, how much lonely I am.

If you were here, I would tell you how much important your are to me.

If you were here, I would tell you so many things about life, about love, about dream, about family. I want to tell you how they hurt me and how I hurt myself so well... I have too many things to tell you, but where are you, all my dears?

I need your comfort, where is it?

Where is the passion when I need it the most?

Where are you when I need you the most?

...

If I have a real wish, I would like to wish all of you were here with me right now, and tell me "Everything is fine now."

I'm obsessed.

I'm scared.

I'm missing.

I'm shouting at me inside but keeping silence outside.

I'm painful.

I'm... dying.

Can you show me what to do and how to trust?

The long road is ahead, so many obstacles are there to prevent my steps. I'm exhausted. I'm falling. Can you bring me up and strengthen me? Can you give me my belief which I lost so many days ago?

What will be will be...

Ty Tồ.