It’s been almost a year now, S.
\nYou’re gone and nothing can fill the gap you left. Still, I fall asleep crying and I wake up crying. Somedays it’s ok and it doesn’t hurt that much. But somedays, I just want to curl up in my bed and cry until the tears’re no more to run. I want to listen to the songs we shared, those years ago when we met and lived together for some months.
\nI never felt your lips touch mine. Yet I miss your taste.
\nI never told you what I really felt. Yet I repeat it in my head over and over.
\nYour curly blonde hair.
\nYour pale blue eyes.
\nYour smile.
\nThis freaky look you always got, the mischief in your voice when we were about to do something really fun.
\nI miss all of it.
\nI miss you.
\nA lot.
\nYou know, I love you. With every piece of my heart.
\nI wish I had told you this. I don’t think it would habe done any difference, but you would have known it, after all.
\nYou were walking in front of a train and it hit you and you’re mind was gone forever though they kept your body alive a few days.
\nThey said it was suicide.
\nAt your funeral, your sister read out the letter you left your family. She cried. We all did. The ones who love you.
\nS., I love you and the pain will always be there. The pain if losing you. Missing you. You decided to go and yet you’ll live forever.
\nThanks for the time we had.
\nIt’s a memory to precious to me.
\nTo the girl missing you though she knew the shit you had to carry with you.
\nWe’re all broken.
\nBut your suicide was the one lesson I had to learn:
\nWe all deserve to be loved.
\nAnd you are loved.
\nSo much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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