a loud message tone, a text from home, an unexpected news.
eyes well up with tears.
not too much to break down in grief, yet enough to break my heart.
we never talk, because you can't. u used to only murmur with a smile every time we come.
i've always wonder, how did you look like before diabetes came into your life. guess i'll never find the answer.
is it too late to say sorry for taking your presence for granted?
rest in peace. you'll always be in our mind.
love,
yijia
Labels: 1+, emoism.