It sucks when we exchange goodbyes, and you will slowly turn your back at me as you think I am walking towards my path. But what you don’t see is how I wait for you to ride that tricycle, and how my tears fell because it is so hard to see you go.
It is hard to see you go.
Do you know how happy I am with you? This, but that is not enough. I want you here; I want you to be with me. I miss you so much.
