Please mr J.
Be there one day in a grocery store when I’m doing groceries.
Be there at a local bar when I’m in the mood for a drink.
Be there in the same forest where I always used to run, when I decide to pick up my old habit of running every Saturday.
Be there at school when I’m walking to my old highschool to bring back some memories.
Be there in the same mall when I need a new dress and you want a new shirt or something.
Be there.
I miss you.
And I pray, no, BEG, each time whenever I leave my house, that I’ll meet you again.













