Pain is a terrible thing, he has taught me that, love is a mess and he has taught me that too . Yet and but there are days when he sends me random pictures of the street, playing kids, barber shop, balloons and street lamp. It’s how he defines every way I have existed in this world without being physically available at the places. To make thins better he has taught me to let go what I could not control. That’s the beauty of his existence.