Can’t handle this, making me hazey, making me weazey just thinking about you. I think about you and wonder why I didn’t spend more time with you, why I didn’t love you more than I already do, and why did this happen to you. Sitting in the room hoping you wont become a memory within my mind, a beat through my heart and where pictures are what I can only touch when I need you. I love you and always will.
I’m not ready for you to become a memory yet. I want to be 8 again, where the world was perfect and you were perfect. My heart already aches and you haven’t left us yet. Am I selfish to ask you to hang on for that little bit longer? So I can see you. Hold you. And possibly never let go.
How do you let go of someone who has always been there for you? It’s at times like this where I wish I had appreciate you more, I wish I was there for you more and now I just wish.. Please stay with me a little longer.
