I dreamt about you this morning. You were back and I was touching you. I remember that you were not safe in the dream, and you were very sick. It's crazy but I am still crying now, I still miss you. My life is difficult now, I long for contact with you. Just hanging out with you. Oh, Bouboule j't'aime tellement, et puis c'est tellement froid la vie depuis que t'es parti. Les gens me font peur.
I am going to bury you, sweetheart. I will add a blankie in your little box. I miss you already. You taught me so much, I am so afraid to forget you, almost as afraid as I am to forget what you taught me. It did not feel like you were dead in my arms, last night. Read more →