I still couldn't cry earlier and guess what? His parents gave me his ashes. Now his on top of my desk. Looking at him from this bed, I dont know what to feel. It's almost two hours since I started looking at you. Your eyes are still clear in my kind that I can still look at them, sleeping this midnight. I havent been writing since 2021. And that was even the first time Ive written something about my day on a blank paper. I just felt so gifted, like, I dont know. Its not that I hadnt have friends before him but he is the most so friend that I have. Its like, an expensive gift that only lasts for three years. But feels like your stolen. I dont know what Im thinking or writing right now but good night Wil LOVE YOU VERY MCH STILL
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