Dear you,
It's been a little over a year since you've gone. I still couldn't believe it. The pain of losing you is still too raw. The tears of longing for you still welled in my eyes.
Dear you,
You were my whole life. My childhood, my teen, and my adolescent. All of my first, you were there, witnessing, being my partner in crime. My story is your story, and your story is mine.
Dear you,
It's been a little over a year since I last saw you. It was a hunch that brought me there, to your deathbed. Somehow, I knew I was going to have to say goodbye, though I didn't do it. How could I? I gripped tight the tiniest of hope left, encouraging you to fight. But deep inside I repeatedly say, "Go, if you have to."
Dear you,
You left me here. You left me with abundant of beautiful memories. Memories that resurface every now and then, and makes me smile or cry.
Dear you,
Even though you're no longer here, your place in my heart has been permanently sealed, because no one can fill it but you. Forever, you'll always be half of my soul. And maybe, if I can be an angel on earth like you were, we can meet again, be soulmates again, in a much, much better place.
For you, 08 May 1984 - 03 February 2018
