I get angry sometimes when I wonder why you’re not here anymore.
On some days I feel like I’m accepting your death and on some days I cry non stop because of your absence.
On some days I feel like it’s wrong to laugh, to be happy, to enjoy the moment; simply because you’re not here. It’s like I’m mocking your absence, but I’m not.
Tears are really really warm when they are emotions kept so long inside, it hurts.
I miss you.
It’s February and I miss you.