January 27, 2017
January 27, 2017
I miss you Ayla, and everyone says it gets easier with time. You know what? They lie. Because it doesn't. Everytime that something happens in my life, and I wish I could tell you about it, I cry. Whenever I am undecided about things, I ask myself what you would do in the same situation, and usually I have my decision there before me. I love you. I do. And I really wish I could hug you, but since I can't... I hope everyone up there in heaven is for me.