2 years

Because, when the end comes, nothing really matters.


The mornings when you waited for him with a cup of tea and the breakfast carefully laid out on your nicest plates.

That time when you ran in the rain to buy him bread because he wasn’t feeling well.

The note you left at the bottom of the lunch you packed for him.

The coffees you left out for him in the morning, with a square of his favourite white chocolate.

The picnics you prepared for him in the living room.

There are letters full of loving words, photos on the wall, plans for a future in a sunny place.

But when the end comes, none of these matter.




~ de Andra pe 17/04/2016.

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