May 18, 2016
3 am
I know it's late..but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I still remember your smile, how you laughed when your mother used to be here. I remember your little grin and how your nose showed two little wrinkles and your eyes squinting rainbow like. It's only been 3 years since her death before you decided to go find her. I mean Lord knows how many times you've been crying in your room feeling like your heart is slowly ripping out of your chest and your hands shaking from crying too much. You were just so trembled in despair and wanted to see her so desperately. I understand that because that's the same way I feel about you. I miss you, I miss you so fucking much.
