Sunday, July 15

it's not easy

It's not easy to let go of something dear to your heart. To look at the empty bed.  To have the smell lingers even if you wash your hands.  To look at the food, the unfinished pills.  To imagine the face waiting to be fed from top of the refrigerator.

It's not easy for me.  And will never be.

R.I.P Jignu


i let him keep the collar; i hope he knows that my love will always be with him