When I miss you, I write about you. Thats how I keep the memory of you alive.
The funny thing is, I find myself using your expressions, talking just like you did. Why would I want to imitate you? Guess Im doing it on some unconcious level.
I dont see you in my dreams, it stopped some time ago. Now it takes a lot to recreate the vision of you in my head. Sometimes I try, but I dont see it too clearly. You are disappearing... Slowly, piece by piece. I try to remember what you smelled like, the funny faces you made, that unique walk of yours. When it gets unbearable I look at your pics, but not longer than for a second or two. I tell myself its okay to be on my own, but I wish there had been more time to say all of the things I left unsaid. The chance is lost and I will keep silent, until the day I see you again.
The funny thing is, I find myself using your expressions, talking just like you did. Why would I want to imitate you? Guess Im doing it on some unconcious level.
I dont see you in my dreams, it stopped some time ago. Now it takes a lot to recreate the vision of you in my head. Sometimes I try, but I dont see it too clearly. You are disappearing... Slowly, piece by piece. I try to remember what you smelled like, the funny faces you made, that unique walk of yours. When it gets unbearable I look at your pics, but not longer than for a second or two. I tell myself its okay to be on my own, but I wish there had been more time to say all of the things I left unsaid. The chance is lost and I will keep silent, until the day I see you again.
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