second night of ramadan, god moved my heart to clean my room a little bit, stumbled across a box filled with memorabilia
looking thru the collection of pictures; i saw pics of me with my late friend from boarding school; Adriana Khalid
i haven’t stopped crying since—
one last time but god had other plans for you. one day, i hope we’ll meet again. i miss you everyday, i visited you last month; theres a tree growing on top of your forever home now, i hope you’re resting well. don’t worry, i talked to your mom sometimes, she’s doing fine.