I thought that by being naive and not recognizing the fact that you're gone, maybe the wound wouldn't be so fresh and exposed.
But it's Christmas and I can't hear your laugh anymore, I can't see you cheering for your soccer team or entering the house and making a really loud noise.
And I was celebrating a happy time and you weren't there so I realized that I can pretend not to think of you.
But I do it everyday and I'm wondering...
When will it get better?
the truth is that I miss you every single day, honey, and I can't wait to meet you again in heaven and tell you everything I didn't when you were here. ♥