I suppose the finality of you being gone hits me at different times, and in different ways. Most of the time, I am busy and doing okay. It's when I am alone that it sinks in again; I will never hear your voice again. I want so badly in those times to scream. Just fucking scream. No one has ever loved me the way you did. I was your pride and joy. You and I could talk about anything. I just feel like i have so much to tell you. So much I want to share. I want to hear you laugh. God I miss you so.
I can't believe you're gone.
I miss you.
Kissy
No comments:
Post a Comment