You know me, You see me. You know my thoughts, my dreams, when i sleep and when i rise. You know I'm imperfect and You know there's so much more to be done in me and You love me, not the me i will be but the me that i am.
The fact that it's been 5 months The fact that you are gone The fact that I can no longer call your voicemail and at least hear your voice there The fact that this weight is crushing me The fact that you would be getting married The fact that you should have graduated The fact that your nephew won't remember you The fact that I can't hug you Or yell "mom" at the top of my lungs The fact that I still cry whenever someone talks about you The fact that my best friend is gone
I love the ocean but I hate the beach. I feel out of place. I feel it used to be our place. A place we could run free. A place where we could just be. Listening to the waves crash down one on another just like our bodies crashing together. I may never go back to the beach. But every time I hear the waves it’s like I’m there again.