Dear C,
Mom restored the swing. It's been 8 years now since I lost you. The last time I saw on that swing, was in the house you passed on from. I could see you running to and fro very time I sat on the swing.
We shifted a year after your death. The swing was dismantled and we stopped even talking about putting it together. We spoke less and less about you too. It just hurt too much.
Seven years later and when we shifted to yet another house, Mom finally put the swing together. I just couldn't get myself to sit on it because my hand still goes to the left to hug you and pat your head but there is still an empty space there. Just like the last 8 years.
If I could change one moment in my life, I would go back to the last time I saw you. I was so scared when you couldn't walk. But when the vet said you would get all better, I believed her and left on the trip without even hugging you. I never got to say goodbye. I regret that every single day. Hell, I would go back to every single day I spent with you. Because as cliche as it sounds, you are one of the best things that happened to me.
Well, I'm going to bring myself to sit on that swing one day soon enough. Because I'll see you again one day and I don't want to have forgotten how to swing at just the right speed so you can get off the swing when mom caught us.
Mom restored the swing. It's been 8 years now since I lost you. The last time I saw on that swing, was in the house you passed on from. I could see you running to and fro very time I sat on the swing.
We shifted a year after your death. The swing was dismantled and we stopped even talking about putting it together. We spoke less and less about you too. It just hurt too much.
Seven years later and when we shifted to yet another house, Mom finally put the swing together. I just couldn't get myself to sit on it because my hand still goes to the left to hug you and pat your head but there is still an empty space there. Just like the last 8 years.
If I could change one moment in my life, I would go back to the last time I saw you. I was so scared when you couldn't walk. But when the vet said you would get all better, I believed her and left on the trip without even hugging you. I never got to say goodbye. I regret that every single day. Hell, I would go back to every single day I spent with you. Because as cliche as it sounds, you are one of the best things that happened to me.
Well, I'm going to bring myself to sit on that swing one day soon enough. Because I'll see you again one day and I don't want to have forgotten how to swing at just the right speed so you can get off the swing when mom caught us.
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