The thing is that deep down I know that thinking of him, remember our moments, dreaming of him or even (in the worst case scenario) waiting for him, is just like waiting for rain during the drought: useless and disappointing.

«What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

What doesn't kill you makes you a fighter

Footsteps even lighter

Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone»

You didn't had the best of me nor my last laugh, I've just came to life.