Laura I tried but my vision couldn’t get you. How is your new abode? I heard a lot about its renowned beauty. Streets were built in gold, treasures falls from the skies like rain; if there’s a sky anyway. How is the great man and his son we read about? Won’t be surprise they are your new family. Your beauty had remained my glowing mirror and I take a stab on its improvement. Laura, will you ever comeback? Anyway, I’ve forgiven you for not telling me and for leaving without me but jealous you’re smiling without me in heaven.