It was that hard when something inside of me told everything was just gone. I idealized you and me. I idealized me beside of you - it was used to be perfect, and perfect didn´t sound that enough to describe  really what that was. At all of those nights, I used to closed my eyes before getting sleeping just to have a chance to remember about you in the way I enjoyed the most: your details. But, then, all these gone. The eyes. Lips. Smile. Eyebrown. Hands. Nails. And you (my prefered detail).