How about a Good-Bye note?
Feels of My Last Breath
Feels of My Touch
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
Feels of My Fading Whispers
"Every night, I tell my heart that I am strong and tough. But, sometimes I just miss, being missed by you."
I feel I’m going to die
But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
Forgive Yourself Too: Before Dying
A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.
