Dear Boris,
After the bomb went off, and it took you away from me, I just can’t control myself. I saw your body lying there, inside the hole of death. And I feel like dead already because my heartbeat will never be the same as when you’re alive.
Half of my heart has gone… Half of my life is lying inside the ground. Days will never be happy anymore. I feel useless without you. I saw stars in your eyes. But, that starlight has closed. Seeing stars in the sky is absolutely different. I saw the sun in your heart. But, the sunshine has stopped… I’ve checked it by my own ear… I put my ear on your chest… There is no sign of life…
I cry… Night and day. I hate daylight because I know my sunshine has gone. I hate when the night comes, because I know my starlight has stolen. By those fucking bomb!
The FBI came to your funeral, babe. They said sorry. What’s that ‘sorry’ means? Days after your funeral, they came again into my apartment. They saw me mourn too much. And until now, they keep telling me to go to the mental hospital.
I’m not crazy if I want you to be here again, right? I’m not crazy if I still wash your clothes, iron it, and set it for you to use it before you go to the university.I wait you come home. I set the bath tub with hot water because I know you like to spend more time there. I cook two eggs for both of us. I believe you will come home someday. I believe… No. I force you to come home. Here. With me.
I wait here…
I wait…
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