entry #11
i remember laying in bed with you on every sunday morning
just me and you
cuddling, or kissing
or talking, or sleeping
and this sunday morning
you are laying on that hospital bed by yourself
and i am trying to hold back my tears while i write this
i miss your voice
i miss your hugs
i miss your jokes
i miss your smile
i miss your laugh
i miss you, youngho
and i'm trying to be strong
for the guys, for your mom, for my parents
for you
i swear i'm trying
but i miss you so much.
