Tacenda:
(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.
🤍.
Life without you? You may not be here, but your soul is.
Your mark will always be on me, I wear it with pride, I wear it with love.
For your mark is nothing but a blessing and without you here, by my side, is saddening.
Sometimes I wish I could see into the future, to see if all my prayers are answered, for you to be by my side, the only way I ever wanted it to be.
I long for your presence.
I miss you, and I pray that you miss me too.
