She feels the sorrow I feel. She gets me when no one gets me. She is a loyal person and I'm glad she gave me life to live this experience called life. I should tell her more often that I care deeply and that I love her endlessly.
Mom was there for me when I was in bed for days because of a physical absence of someone else. She watched me suffer for a lover who never met me in person. I was depressed and mom was too because we are connected. All I did was close my eyes and she was there, just taking care of me and giving me all her time. I guess I'm a loving person because she raised me with lots of love.
She never knew the times I spent at night, just picturing the face of the woman I still love these days, and I suppose that mom would have told me that that girl is not worthy. Mom knows my sadness and my sufferings and she wants to feel them just to set me free of those feelings. But the thing that she doesn't know is that I'm strong every day thanks to her.
I wish I could take her pain away too and make her happy. I hope one day she will be proud of me for all that I have done to build the person that I am. I am in debt with her and I owe her everything I have become. She transformed me and she makes me feel like a decent human. Mom has to be aware of her own super powers.
She has healed me a little bit.
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Writings (About The Past Love)
Ficción GeneralImagine you find your perfect match, but it's bound to not happen in real life. You only meet online and through dreams. And you linger for them every year that passes like a core memory. You have to get used to not having them. Just wait to meet in...
