Thursday, 18 September 2014

Simon, amado mío, heart of my heart,

I saw a turtle swimming, SouthWest Rocks was visible on the distance, I thought about you all the time, remember we promised you'd teach me how to fish.  We also spoke about riding the bikes along the wall, we said we'd paint some art on the concrete boulders to make it less boring.
I miss you so much, it actually hurts. My heart is broke in pieces and my head's a mess.
When I die nobody will remember me, and I'll be gone.
But before I die, I will make sure your son will keep your memory.
I take comfort knowing that my time is also coming to an end, and soon I will be with you again.

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