Missing you is the easy part.
Accepting the fact that I’ll never see you again is the hard part.
No matter the distance, you always made sure I was okay.
I miss those random facetime calls.
I miss those “I hope you’re doing ok; I love you” texts.
For years, I watched you do so many things.
I thought you were always okay.
You never talked about how you felt on the inside and to me that was okay.
I made my own assumptions no matter how good, or bad you looked.
Every day, I miss you.
I never miss a day.
I don’t say it, but I feel it.
Sometimes I feel sad, then other times I’m just happy we were in each other’s lives.
Knowing you was the best time in my life.
Life will never be the same.
You’d be so proud of me.
I remember our talks.
I remember you.
I miss your tight hugs and cheek kisses.
I miss your encouraging words.
My life really took a turn when you left.
I think I’m finally okay.
It’s easier for me to talk about you now.
I’m more open to talk about you.
I wish you were still here though, but I’m learning to be fine with how things are.
I love you.
At your finest.
At your lowest.
Forever.
-Katie š