“I am going to have to get out of bed every morning, and live every day with your image etched into my memory. Every time I close my eyes I will see your face, every time the room gets so silent you can hear a pin drop your voice will come to me. Every time I blink away the tears, your arms will enclose me. Every time I pray I will send kisses up to heaven for you. My only wish is that I didn’t have to live here with you there..”


Posted in Can't Let Go, Death, Etc., Sad Love, Sad Theoretical, Theory
FOLLOW US

%d bloggers like this: