Diana Yumul

Please stay. Please don’t leave. I want to tell you every day.

I want to have you.

You have survived a lot. There’s no giving up now.

It’s hard to say those words. Especially hard when you know they’re not true.

I hit a motorcycle. There lies on the floor a man, a woman, and a child. How? Why?

I’m sorry because I focused so much on my own pain that I forgot that you were suffering too.