Time is strange. It flies by but also stands still all at the same time. I had forgotten when the last time I hugged you was. So I looked it up. I read through countless text messages between you and I to figure out when I saw you and hugged you. I’d forgotten how much you and I used to text. It’s been a year. A year since I squeezed my sweet mother and soaked in the smell of your perfume. It makes me think about all the hugs that I didn’t get to have this year. When I think about those things, I break. I have a bottle of your perfume on my dresser but it’s not the same.
I remember always telling you how soft your skin was. Do you remember? It amazed me how soft your skin was. I touched your skin when I said Goodbye. I couldn’t hug you then, but I wish I could have. I wish that I could have breathed you in one last time. But they wouldn’t let me get too close. I hope you felt me there.
I miss you every day.