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You were my sun, though you are still. I'll tell you my story, let's go then, but you will help write it. I'll talk about the hole in my heart, but you put it there. And you are no longer here to fix that hole in my heart. I have come so far to understand. There is one thing that you need to know. Everything is missing here. There is nothing left of what you lost in the days you left. You took my lost things with you. I'm still trying to figure out those things. 

 Illustrated in three words. Three words and two sentences. With the power to take from the roots and dig deep into my heart. I still love you, and I miss you. I miss you with the imperfect path that is with me, with a broken heart. I miss you so much that it makes me realize that those words don't work for me. Everything here is messed up now, me and my feelings and thoughts. My mind is the best complex and tangled. Did you see it as beautiful? It comes with some creative games and characters, and words. I will take one thing with me: my memory and my messy things, a cluttered mind. 

Maybe I'm close to you this time; I understand that. With only ten days left until the end of the year, I plan to walk through them all. I have created my world. Only my world. "This world does not revolve around you." It flows into the unacceptable character of the selfish, self-centred person. A metaphor that turns out to be completely wrong. Billions of people have divided the world, each living in their world, which they have made for themselves.

Having limited their knowledge and interaction as building elements, they are the main characters of their world. They are the focal point. Everyone and Everything around them was given a role after contacting them. Everything in it revolves around them, or any object of gravity pulls it into orbit. What is the meaning and purpose of this? At least from their point of view, the earth revolves around them. This does not make them selfish. That's exactly how it works. But when I made you into my world,

 *I have made you the sun of my earth.*

 I think words have the power to fix anything. If the letters are in the correct order and the terms are neatly sewn together, anything excellent can be created. What was my favourite thing in life was yours? I finally realized what we were both losings. You will never again create beautiful, impressive sentences from your mind. I will never be able to hold your words with my ears again, nor will I see your diagonal writing pressed in the mirror. Words can't fix Everything when they are taken away.