Sometimes
Sometimes I don´t miss him...because missing him means that I accept the fact that he is gone...that he will never come back...and I don´t think it is possible...to be here one minute and then disappear forever Sometimes I feel like he was never here...and our life together...all our memories...it was all a sweet dream...cause it is impossible that he was here and then he was gone...so maybe he was just a dream Sometimes I think that one day he will come back...he will walk through the door with his big smile and hug us...he will laugh at us and say...I told you nothing bad can happen to me... because it is not possible that I will never feel his touch again Sometimes I feel like I am in a movie...when I stand by his tree and people come and ask if I have a match...and light a candle for him... they usually ask...did you know him?...and I say...he was my husband...and look at them as their faces change...and I feel like I´m in a movie...not such a good movie...but anyway it gives me comfort...cause American movies always have a happy end...so maybe all I have to do is wait few minutes...and the hero will come back...and he will hug the heroine...and they will live happily ever after...together forever Liat
Sometimes I don´t miss him...because missing him means that I accept the fact that he is gone...that he will never come back...and I don´t think it is possible...to be here one minute and then disappear forever Sometimes I feel like he was never here...and our life together...all our memories...it was all a sweet dream...cause it is impossible that he was here and then he was gone...so maybe he was just a dream Sometimes I think that one day he will come back...he will walk through the door with his big smile and hug us...he will laugh at us and say...I told you nothing bad can happen to me... because it is not possible that I will never feel his touch again Sometimes I feel like I am in a movie...when I stand by his tree and people come and ask if I have a match...and light a candle for him... they usually ask...did you know him?...and I say...he was my husband...and look at them as their faces change...and I feel like I´m in a movie...not such a good movie...but anyway it gives me comfort...cause American movies always have a happy end...so maybe all I have to do is wait few minutes...and the hero will come back...and he will hug the heroine...and they will live happily ever after...together forever Liat