I’m dreaming of the traces that he left behind. Sight, sound, smell. It feels new. And painful all over again.
Has it been one year already? How quickly time passes- but deep inside, the heart that was within me ceases to heal, continuing to bleed and putrefy with each passing day. Some days I laugh with complete abandon, like a child, and other days, I cannot wait to plunge a knife into my heart to still that terrible pain, that horrible loss inside.
How I miss you, Daddy. How I miss the one person who truly loved me for me.