When the longing does not fit in the chest, it is overflowing through our eyes, something moves within us, it is a discontented restlessness that we can barely breathe. When the longing does not fit in the chest, the eyes get sad of waiting … we become tiny we cannot almost see anything … When the longing hits in our chest, it makes us want to cry aloud and say: come back soon, come kill this immense longing to lessen our sorrow…♥…Two years without my father…I miss him…♥