If we had one last dinner, I would ask you how it feels to live in eternal paradise. Are you alone? Are you happy?
If you were in-front of me at this very moment I would hug you until my arms felt numb, and maybe a little longer after that.
I wish I told you how grateful I am to be raised by you for a period of my life, and that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
If we had one last dinner, I would give you a proper goodbye and make sure that you know how you will always live in my heart and in my memory.
I miss you so much.
I truly miss you, and sometimes when I really think about you, I can’t help but feel as if my life is void because I don’t get to share my ups and downs with you.
I’m so grateful for the years we spent together, for all the meals you cooked for me. For all the “good mornings, wash your face”. For all the arguments, for all the laughs. For everything.
I wish I could hear your voice one last time.
As the years go by I forget what you look like more and more. I wish I could see you one last time.
If we had one last dinner, we would talk about everything and nothing. I would tell you that you were the only one holding me together all those years. That I kept being strong for you.
Without you, I have no reason to go back.
I wish you could see me now.
I wish I could tell you just how much I love you.