dear penelope,
so destiny and i have been talking.
she asked about you.
she asked why i was so sad at times
and why i think alot, for long periods of time.
i told her, that you are why i do that.
she asked what happened.
and i wasnt going to lie.
but i didnt tell her how we met. i didnt want her to know about that, the past.
the only thing i wanted her to know about my past was you.
she understood. she wanted to see you.
i took her to your grave, that your mum set up. it was beautiful.
just like you.
oh how i wish i could see your beautiful face again.
and hug you and never let go, as if i was going to lose you.
yet i cant do that, because youre gone and im lost again.
only hoping to be found.
all the love,
hemmings
