Some days, it’s not so bad. But some mornings, I wake up and it feels impossible to breathe, knowing that I can’t hear your voice booming through a room, your laughter long a balm for my weary soul.
I miss you. I always will. With you departed the last of my childhood innocence. I know nothing is permanent, least of all life, and that no one can stay forever. But I still wish it, all the same.
Day Seventy-One: Nobody Has To Stay – Mirah