I used to ask my dream hug me tight when I was sick like this. Until today I still vowing his name through sleeping whenever sick. He might be lost who I am, a person who had been an angel even his life. My dream I am so dizzy ... just hug me. All about this just making me crying.

It will be the second ramadhan which I through without my dream. I know ramadhan is his favorite month. I so remember exactly how he says it to me. I so remember how I pass my fasting day with my dream. How he was with me when I start my fasting at dawn. Wake me up and so do I to him. I just starting to cry ... to remain his voices, words and how beautiful his eyes. The eyes which I miss so much. Happy ramadhan my dream.