it's already been a year... I'm looking at those pictures of you, places, everything...
Sometimes I just hate it 'cause I missing it so much and some days I'm just happy about this experience, those 6 months, happy to have all those things it actually brought me, but sad that they are only in my head, my mind and taking place in there or on pictures...
I'm taking a look at them, just a little one, a tiny one 'cause somedays it just hurts to accept it won't come back, and sometimes I just look at them and a smile is running over my face, a big one, a huge one and I actually start laughing on my one, just sitting there and smiling...
I'm not sure if it's gonna be like before again, I now it won't but even by nowing it, i'm still hoping... I won't ask u to understand, i don't wanna hurt u but that's the way it is and i'm sick of lying and telling everything is allright.
I'm not sick, i'm not hurt, i should be happy but i'm not... I'm not even unhappy... but everything is not felling right anymore, but nothing really feels wrong... I am jsut between two things, lost in the middle... standing there and waiting there to wake up, to feel things again and not only the tiny shadow of those things crossing my skin...
Missing Dublin, missing Oscar, missing Molly, missing Luis and missing u, them, everything...