healing
healing friendship stories
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lotusblatt
lotusblatt"be like the flowing river."
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This short story is about my best friend. He killed himself 3 years ago in August. And sometimes it still hurts, but it's okay to feel pain. And it's okay to cry.
This story is for everyone, who misses someone or something, wether dead or alive. Stay strong. Someday it won't hurt anymore.

healing

by lotusblatt

I have to admit, that, sometimes I miss your trenchoat. Even though I always told you it looks awful.

Sometimes I miss the smell of you after smoking 5 cigarettes at night. Even though I always told you to quit because it’s unhealthy.

Sometimes I miss our late night conversations. Even though I always wanted to go to bed because I was tired.

Sometimes I miss your blue eyes. Even though they always made me feel like I’m drowning.

Sometimes, even, after all this time I still miss you. And it still hurts.

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