.........

It's February 16th.
I'm looking at this page.
This page...
is all that is left.
It's not enough.
You were always too much.
Excess...
My memories are not enough.
The letters are not enough.
The photographs are not enough.
My box full of memories are NOT enough!!
I can't call you.
I can't.
I have to get over with the grieving.
Period.

The grief is too much.
How could this be this way for someone so
sweet.
Full of sweetness.  Giving only sweetness.
I know. I know. I know.
I have to stop.

Ok.  :/

Goodness, my angel~~
Kamela