Status Updates From Where Reasons End

imagination is like an indulgence. it's the unimagined memories with the death of a loved one that makes grief last.

Everything is good, except we miss you dearly, I said.

Had I been your age and had I been your friend I would have been bright and sharp with you. And I truly wish we had been friends. I love you so much but I can only love you as your mother. Sometimes a mother becomes the worst enemy because she can't be the best friend.

I would only say it's sad. It's so sad I have no other adjectives left.