I wish there was a ladder to heaven so I could see it every day, I wish I could say whatever I wanted again I wish I could prove what I need, what I care about and what you still bring me.
If I could see him again even if it was a second, he wouldn’t let him go, he hugged so hard that it would be hard to tell us apart, we’d be two fused souls, two loves, two desires, two fleeting eternities.
- I want to think that somewhere.
- I don’t know where or when.
- I’ll see him again.
- I’d like to make sure you live in another world of happiness.
- I’d do anything to know you can see me and listen to me.
I like to revive my mind, look up at the sky and imagine that you smile at me every night, many times I imagine you wink at me and make me complicit in your appearance, as you did when you were here.
I know you won’t come back, but I need to feel your presence around, I’d rather think that something of yours touches me every day and that my skin knows it and that’s why it shudders.
I tend to think that every person who is gone is a star in heaven who will never fade and that every night I will be able to look at it, is one more way to tell me that all these memories can illuminate the world every day. Night.
I would do anything to feel it again and say everything that makes me happy and everything that ails me, that’s why I have to move on, reinvent hugs and turn my wishes into memories that help me get through each day.
When life separates us from a loved one, remembering your smile is the best way to move forward.
No, over time absences keep hurting, we just numb our hearts, we’re used to feeling the void, but the loss of a loved one is a wound we can’t heal, just accept.
The important thing is to be aware that you will never cease to be surprised. You have to cry, feel that something is broken, that they are gone and that there is no later to say words to them.
However, even if we never cease to feel loneliness and pain from the death of a loved one, we can still find our life and our desire to live, days, months or years have passed and our loved ones will never cease to be with us. in our memory and in our hearts, because sharing life is the most permanent thing in this world.
I look up at the sky and try to see him among so many stars, I look in the shadows for his lost image, draw your face in the clouds I see passing, traveling aimlessly fixed and guiding me through the moon, I ask you:
where are you?
And then my chest trembles, giving me the answer with a tear that makes me understand again: it’s not here, it stays in my heart.
It is not easy to admit that there is a part of our story that is unfinished, that has been cut off at the end of life, is not easy because we will never stop remembering, feeling and thinking about all that is highlighted.
Therefore, to live in harmony with ourselves and our loved ones, we must allow ourselves to cry in peace. Despite the unwanted pain of absence, our lives go on and we must accept their departure by understanding the meaning of death and life.
We cannot prevent our life from being paralyzed, our hearts turn and our emotions block us. We must be aware that our post-goodbye story begins to be written with the pain of tears and the melody of hope.
Having to learn to live with this torturous pain is scary. It is very scary because it is so deep that we know that it is something we cannot give up, however, we were lucky to be able to love them and be part of their world.
That is why those who have never abandoned us remain in us, in our hearts and in all that concerns them, it is true that their essence accompanies them, but close to our hearts remains what we will never forget: the wonderful experience of having shared. our lives.