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Post by hippieg7 on Jun 7, 2017 4:08:23 GMT
He passed away in march. It still doesn't feel real. I feel like there is a gap in my life. I'm dying to feel him next to me. I just want it to be easier. But as time passes. The harder it gets. The more I miss him. The more I wonder what did he know that I can't see. What did he see. I remember him always saying that he wished his friend had called instead of killing himself. Now all I want to do is shake him and say that same exact thing. Why did he call me. Yes I was mad. But I would of tried to help. Yes I know what we were doing was not OK. We ran and we ran hard. He ended up giving himself up for this disease. He couldn't fight it off any longer. Boo boo I miss you. I want you back.
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Post by Nati on Aug 17, 2019 22:34:42 GMT
I have lost a dear one, he was depressed. I was the only one who used to endow his life with some light, he was in darkness and none managed to see so until he passed away, even myself. I was selfish,busy with my own life, studies, friends. I admit that I somehow neglected his depression. However, I am thankful, since before he died, he had called me and had thanked God because there was someone like me in his life,though, it wasn't enough. I couldn't sleep that night, I feared something, I don't know what it was. I just closed my eyes and wished that this tragedy had been solely a nightmare, that I would open my eyes and everything would be ok, that I would call him, crying, saying that they are spreading lies about him. I miss him, his tender voice, smile when we meet, hair, eyes, looks, height, smell. I miss everything about him and I cannot believe that he has gone and will never return. I wish he could return.
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