GodSpeed
“ Lost love is still love…it takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end, love doesn’t.
Sometimes you wish you could hold that person, sometimes you just can't. It's almost going to be 3 years since her pass. Every year my little cousins get older I can't help to wonder how she would be, I wonder if my cousins would of turned out the way they did. I wish in was in my power to have her here still, not for me but for them. The oldest of my cousin turned 15 and she is blossoming into a beautiful young lady, but it saddens me to think she doesn't have her mom there to help her through that stage of boys, and friends.
Sometimes you wish you could hold that person, sometimes you just can't. It's almost going to be 3 years since her pass. Every year my little cousins get older I can't help to wonder how she would be, I wonder if my cousins would of turned out the way they did. I wish in was in my power to have her here still, not for me but for them. The oldest of my cousin turned 15 and she is blossoming into a beautiful young lady, but it saddens me to think she doesn't have her mom there to help her through that stage of boys, and friends.