MISS YOU

I was more than a friend.. I was more than a college… I was, actually, your mom…

ok, your second one, it’s true, I admit that now, but I was your mom… and now, listening to you voice again, makes me go back to those days, when, while we were trying to express ourselves in English, you laugh, you sang, you call me “andreiiiita” like only you ever call me, when i told you couldn’t “aturar-me” much longer, cause i was pretty lame. I still remember what you told that day, right into my eyes: “eu vou aguentar… achas mesmo que so aguento duas semanas? Ah, nao me conheces andreita, sou mais teimosa do que tu. E para mais, tu es mais fixe do que dizes, eu sei” :’) a tear falls down along my face, everytime I remember those days... I AM YOUR MOMMY, and in a way I lost my child too… although you wrote me you’ll be here forever with me, sometimes, I couldn’t feel you more distant…

MISS YOU***