Dear little birdy,
I have the urge to continue perusing you. With everyday that passes, I find myself wanting to call that boy again.
Perhaps not just to find you. But perhaps I just want to talk to him.
I have forgotten his name, and I somewhat feel embarrassed. If I call, what shall I say anyway...
"I demand you give me back my bird"?
I cannot say that. he doesn't have you with him. I feel myself wanting to cry everyday. And slowly Im becoming weaker.
But everyday I never forget to remember mamma. She would know what to do if she were here.
Take me to a mental institution?
