Sometimes I just wanna sit somewhere, stare at the gorgeous city lights, talk and cry all night long.
Because letting things go helps. I just didn’t have the time to do it , yet.
I remember how random you were with your text messages.Â
You would text us the most random things that happened that day, because you were bored and you miss your children dearly.Â
I don’t have the courage to open my inbox and read all the text you ever sent me. Every line will make me tear and I can’t bear reading them. One day I’ll open it and save every word you’ve ever sent just so I can read them when I miss you.Â
One day, I’ve to clean up my photo album and collect all the photos I have of you, to show my future children and future spouse.
I can’t cope with the fact that I lost the person I depended on the most. I love you and I miss you papa. You will always be in our prayer. Al-Fatihah.Â