Day three:

Today without you was hard. Every little thing reminds me of you. Reluctant to wash the clothes I got back from your place, simply because they smell like you. Home. Comfort. Safety.

I hear your laugh in the back of mind on repeat, I can’t help but smile, only to be followed up with a break down.

I miss your touch and your warmth, your compassion, the look in your eyes when you look at me, your relentless “dad” jokes, your quirky personality and most of all you.

I wish I could fix this.

Published by melldes

I’m into spirituality, plants, art and music for the most part.

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