I feel like the past week never happened and you're still there waiting for me in your room. I feel like the last time I saw you, with your deep voice and your cheesy smile, isn't the last time forever. I feel like you never left us. and it was all a dream. and you're still my dad. and you're still reachable through whatsapp. that i can call you for anything. that i can ask for permission to go on my travels. that you'd say no. at first. then say yes. but with a lot of advises and warnings.

I'm sorry I didn't call you enough. I thought you'd always be there. I thought you'd never leave me. You seemed so strong, that I thought you were gonna be my constant.

I wished you could attend my graduation. I wished you could see how I grow into an amazing person. I know you were always proud of me. Thank you Papali.

They tell me that losing you is part of life. I'm angry at this part of my life. or I'm angry at the person who tells me this, because it feels like they're telling me that it's something that's normal. So don't feel too bad. I'll move on.

I don't know how losing you is something easy. Enough for me to move on.

In my head, you're not dead. In my head, you're still alive and well. I feel like a psychopath.

♥ 6:16 PM