Sometimes Im allowed to sit and feel sorry for myself. Sometimes I want to sit and cry. Sometimes I like to sit and watch the saddest movies to cry and think of her. Why? I dont know why nor can I even begin to try and explain it. But I have my days and I like my days. Those are the days where I truly feel she is at my side pulling at the strings of my heart.

Miss her and wonder daily who she would be today??