Death
I cannot believe this
She's gone.
Just like that
I haven't said happy birthday yet.
There's so much I still haven't said, so much that I regret ever saying.
I can't
This isn't what was supposed to happen.
What about me? What about everyone who you left behind? It's not fair.
You deserve the world, my best friend, my childhood memories.
Come back
It's all a dream, isn't it? Everything is just a dream; I wake and then everything will be fine.
But it's not
I miss you so much, missed you, and I still do
I still haven't told you that I'm a childish that was too petty to apologize for something so small like that
I should never have caused that rift between us.
Would things have taken a different turn then?
Would you still be here, living and breathing?
No one knows.
Because you're gone.
I love you.
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