I think about death every single day since 1997, and wish you were the one who survived.
And all these deaths that happened after, an extension of one event.
I love you.
I grieve you alone.
No one else remembers the date anymore.
When my mother was alive,she remembered. I rather have her hatred, rage and company than being made to feel it never happened.
I miss you.
I love you.
I grieve you alone.
No one else remembers the date anymore.
When my mother was alive,she remembered. I rather have her hatred, rage and company than being made to feel it never happened.
I miss you.
