Another Dec 12th.
Each one, the memories of her get a little less clear and this day becomes just another day more and more every year.
I hope I never forget what she sounds like.
Or feels like.
Or smells like.
Another Dec 12th.
Each one, the memories of her get a little less clear and this day becomes just another day more and more every year.
I hope I never forget what she sounds like.
Or feels like.
Or smells like.