it's so difficult to keep up a facade.
everything i do, just seem to have remnants of you papa.
i find myself doing dumb and normal things when you were still here. i would text you, call you, just to remember that you're not here anymore.
so nowadays i bring your phone wherever i go. just to remind me that you're no longer here.
your clothes had already been given away, same with your favourite boots. i feel like such a failure for not keeping your favourite items. i fought with mummy because i didn't want her to give away your stuffs.
no one else is supposed to wear it. no one but you.