Poeticfeels mga kuwento

I was trying hard to acknowledge the loss of a loved one. There were so many things, I wanted share with her. And now, it makes my head feel heavy for not doing so, before it got too late. But I hope you like reading this one :)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Sɪʟᴇɴᴛ⋆⸙Sᴄᴀʀs ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ 𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆, 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 ❞ ────────⋆⋅⋆─────── ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲. ────────⋆⋅⋆──────── ❝ 𝘐 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝘐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 ❞ ────────⋆⋅⋆────────