You know when they say that the first love, the first heartbreak is the hardest to get over with? When you're friends ask you if you're okay? you say 'I'm fine' and if they ask you again if you are over him? Eventhough you say 'yes' there is a part of you that still struggles to get over that certain someone.
All those beautiful memories,the loss of the warm hugs, gentle kisses, whispers that said ' I love you ' in your ear, that smile directed to you. Without him in your life anymore it stirs something deep inside your heart, which makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs kneeling on the floor, crushing his photo to your chest?
Well, that's what was happening to me.
I was numb without him.
"Shhh, baby girl. You're okay. Mama's with you." My mother said hugging me and rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair and wiping my tears away.
And I kept on sobbing. It was not him, it was not him. My mom is the one hugging me now, not him.
It's her voice, not his.
Her perfume, not his.