Today’s the day we say goodbye to you, not that I want to.
I want you to be able to be on the end of the phone. I want to hear your witty one liners and comebacks. I want you cheering me on, telling me that I can achieve anything. I want a hug from you.
When you died, I was given a flower to remember you by. All the buds bloomed today. White, pure, a fresh start.
Maybe that’s your way of showing me I aren’t really saying goodbye afterall.