Sweet memories are always the most bitter ones.
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Thread Topic: Sweet memories are always the most bitter ones.
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Now, I feel like that loyal cat who's master loves her so very much, then goes off and gets killed. And now the cat just sits there, in an empty, cold, lonely house, staring out the window, patiently awaiting the arrival of a master who will never return.
When I was little, I would climb up in his bed while he was sleeping and prod him until he woke up, and yes, I'd mew, just because it felt like something a cat would do. And now that he's gone, those cat like habits have magnified a hundred fold, until everything I do and say is comparable to feline behavior. I'll never forget him, even if I know I'll never see him again. I'm only tearing myself apart by remembering it every time I drink milk, or curl up on the couch without even thinking about it. I guess that's one difference between myself and cats. I've never seen a cat cry before. -
Awwwh :)
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The smiley face...?
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*cries proufusly*
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Cuz of the sub title.
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That's what he used to call me..
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I know it's a cute nickname
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I want him to call me that again..
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Awwh why can't he?
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He's dead....
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*about to break into tears again* im so sorry *huge hug*
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It can't be helped. I'm being weak. He's been dead for a few years now.. I should be over it. But I can't stop remembering..
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Wait who is he? *tears fill up*
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He was my grandfather..
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I wish i had memories but i dont have any idea about my dads side and my grandfather there and my grandfather on my moms died before i was even thought of a tiny future baby...
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