Three years ago today, you went home. I knew it instantly when we got the call. My heart stopped, and it has just never felt the same. Sometimes when I think about you I just smile and laugh, when I think about your silly stories and that smirk on your face. Sometimes when I think about you I just cry, especially when it gets hard to hear your voice. Sometimes I see you in my dreams, and I try to stay asleep as long as I can. Sometimes no matter how hard I try not to, I have to ask why.
But three years ago today, he took you home. Right where you are supposed to be.
I love you Matty.
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