If you were still here I'm sure you'd want to see a smile on my face.
But tears just don't how to stop themselves from dropping down on my face.
You were my strenght and my joy. And now I don't know how not to feel lost.
Time goes by too quickly, and I can't believe that 5 years are there between us.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
(Shakespear, Sonnet 71)
I never told you how greatful and happy I was to have you in my life, and realized it while you were dying. I'm doing it now with this post, but I'm sure you knew it even without this.
All I can do now is sending kisses to heaven.
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