Just because I can’t talk to you anymore, doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you.
You will never know
just how much I wish
you were still lying
next to me.
— @catwomanizer
(Source: twitter.com)
A Hymn of Grief For The Lost One
The sound
of my breaking heart
forms a melody
only angels could hear.
Sing with me,
a hymn of grief
nobody on earth
has ever heard before.
Speak to me in silence,
show me your presence
through your absence.
Make me feel
like you’re here,
holding my hands
like you used to.
Wrap me in your loving arms,
bury what’s barely alive
deep inside the ground,
along with your mortality
and nonexistence.
I just can’t quite understand.
How someone I just knew for about 21 months could mean everything to me. How even after 568 days after he passed away, he is still the only one who holds my heart. How it took 2 weeks to make me fall for him, but perhaps forever to let him go.
Loving you is like breathing; How can I stop?
The Best Boss Anyone Could Ever Have
I never worked for him, obviously, but I know for sure that he was THE best Boss. Because he coached people―not just those who actually worked for him―and he was the kind of leader who found a way to make his people do what they could do, rather than punished them for what they couldn’t.
I remember that time, when I asked him what his purpose in life was, and he simply said it was to be a bridge between talent and opportunities. And he actually meant it.
I miss him. I miss my love.
We’ve just gotta accept the fact that there would always be that someone time could never erase.
Day 407
I think I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that nothing is gonna be just peachy all the fucking time. I’ve finally come to terms with bereavement. It’s only been a little over than a year, but I think I can finally feel like I’m “there”. Will I be able to keep this up? Let’s just hope so.
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I walk down the memory lane, because I love running back to you.
Another morning wake up longing for you by my side. How are you doing up there, baby?
Day 389
I think I miss you more than I should. I just don’t know how to get over you, baby.
