Raining outside. Rainy season just start on November and usually end on March. December will come soon and will be the second December without my dream. I let myself love him that much then in pieces at last. For each his smile and laugh there is my tears. Year will turn as like as day and night. How I am not crying suddenly in reminding this : "my dream, have you back from work ?" I wrote. "Yes, why you not sleeping yet ?" He replied. "I just worry if not waiting you to home".