Hot Summer

You are my beloved... Gin.
Always ever my beloved Gin. Many days have been spent without you, since we cannot meet, because you do not exist much...
Why do you run away from such a place as this?
You liked this place, didn't you?
I heard it from your own lips. You like and love this place...
You born here and lived in here. There were other things to like here, right?
Why?

I do not know Gin, explanation fails again.
How many times were spent so missing you...
The worst is... with the days, which increase and flow,
I have felt lost without you and like I lose you more, repeatedly each day......