One more mintue, one more hour... thats all I ask for.

I had everything to live for, I had a beautiful fiance, loads of friends, a nice house, but all thats changed... two years ago something terrible happened to my wife and I gave up, I didn't fight for her, I let her go...

Two years have gone by and I am filled with longing, regret and anguish... I can't escape from the memories, I use up all my strength trying to supress them, but whenever I leave the apartment the memories come flooding back.

I have run out of tears to cry, my body is to weak to fight, why didn't I fight for my wife? 

I have lost my everything. It's time to move on, time to accept the past and find a future for myself... if only it were that easy.