No one comforted me that time because everyone was sharing their pain with me.
All their memories and regrets.
I, on the otherhand will sit with my pain alone every night.
Cried myself to sleep clutched my hands on my chest.
Whisper my memories and regrets.
Hold myself together because tomorrow will be an another day.
Up until now no one knows how it still hurts everytime this day comes every year.
The pain is now tolerable but the feeling of longingness is always there.
Writing my thoughts was the only outlet I can think of.
I usually have dreams about it too.
Everytime I wake up with those dreams I felt heavy but there was a time it felt good. It was soothing and comforting.
In my dream she smiled and told me she was happy for me.
It was the last time I saw her.
It was also the first time someone soothes my wounded soul.