It's been two weeks.
I wake up this afternoon almost crying. I suddenly remember Dave, my boyfriend who died recently due to heart complications. It's not because I can't accept it. I already did. And am moving on but then his memory I realized will continue to get into me for a long time.
Why did he have to die so soon? He's a good man and we have been weaving dreams for quite a time already. And then just like that, it all vanished. Gone. Period.
I always look at his photo, the only printed copy that I have, whenever am feeling down. I still feel the pain. A pain so deep, I don't know where it is coming from.
I know he doesn't like it whenever I cry over his loss. And he always wanted me to be happy.
I will be, honey, in time. Give me time, just a little more time.
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