The moment you spotted me on your grandmas funeral.. The way you looked at me, so suprised to see me, and so happy under your tears.. and I was so happy too.. whenever I see you, I can’t escape it. I try to look you in the eye whenever I can, hoping for something, some sign of recognition, something that would confirm to me that there still is something connecting us, that can’t be lost or broken.
I hope you’re doing well.
I hope you laugh and smile often.
And I hope we will meet again, once or twice every two years, like we did in the past 10 years. I don’t care. I just don’t want to lose you completely.