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»I miss you dear«

by Happy Towers Mhebheru Mhlongo, November 16, 2009

As I look back on all that's happened...growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me – there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever...and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.

I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything. So I don't. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel like, how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart. And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forver stay in my heart – locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too...but I'll never know.

Written: October 2009
Tags: Death Friendship Memories

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