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30 October 2013 @ 06:17 am
fix me...  
It's October 30th.
Again.
I should get used to this date already but I am not. I probably will never.
It's different this time. Harder.
I'm miles away. I can't just go to see you, Dad.
I can't sit near your grave and just talk to you, as I always did.
I'm here.
I don't know if there's a sunny day, as it always was that day.
I don't know the chrysanthemums I told grandma to buy are pretty enough.
I don't know if she bought the green lights....
I'm here, Dad, and you're there.
I love you. I miss you. I think about you.
No matter where I am, this will never change.