Eventually, i stopped explaining myself, not because i’ve nothing to say, but because some parts of me are meant to be misunderstood, and being misunderstood hurts more, so along the way i started choosing silence.
My grandma was my best friend. I still speak to her in air, hoping all my words are reaching her.
I Miss HER. I miss the warmth that her arms gave me, where i could rest without worrying or thinking about anything.