I have become like you

I have become like you.

I’m reading our conversation all day, every day, like what you were doing in January. I listen to your voice messages before bed. The voice helps, doesn’t make me cry.

What makes me cry is talking about it.

When I’m reading, it’s like I am with you. I feel okay. We have had beautiful conversations. You were right. We were so cute and kind to each other.

Now, you’re gone. I know, you had to go. The pain was too much. I know, I know. I am trying to tell this to myself, all the time, believe me.

But I am lost with you, I don’t know what to do.

Mi Manchi.