I always imagine what it's like, to walk the halls with him. Every other kids will envy us, he would take my hand and spin me, it will feel like i'm floating with him in a thin cloud.
I always imagine what it's like, to bring him home for dinner, everyone in the room will love him, and all of us will joke around, then he will watch me while I smile.
I always imagine what it's like, to dance with him under the stars, and read him my favorite book.
But then, here I am. Looking up at the ceilings and imagining, what it's like if he's mine.
And I'll just keep imagining, because the truth is..
He will always be my favorite "What if's".
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A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
PoetryFancy words, and sad things. "Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse : Drowning beneath the waves, or dying from the thirst." NOTE : If you guys want to share these poems please menti...
