I make memories without you and I literally hate it. I try my hardest to include you in nearly everything I do. I hate that you were called Home. I know you’re happy in Heaven but I can’t help but feel selfish that I want you here. I miss you so much. Waking up to reality of you not being here hurts me to the core. It is a living nightmare.
I make memories without you and I literally hate it. I try my hardest to include you in nearly everything I do. I hate that you were called Home. I know you’re happy in Heaven but I can’t help but feel selfish that I want you here. I miss you so much. Waking up to reality of you not being here hurts me to the core. It is a living nightmare.