Whenever my loved ones depart...ı feel a part of me extinguishes itself with them. Will there come a day that I will no longer have a bit of myself to let go of? And then the thought follows. that every time they have taken some of me with them onto theır last journey , I have found a fragment of them left inside me too... I will always have some love to give. and I will always be both emptied and replenished by the loved ones I lose. I keep u wıth me Yashjı and I mıss u too Yashjı...lots.
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