You weren't only my mother... You are my soul sister... The relationship that all others will be compared to, even though none will ever live up to it. I figured out why I have no interest in relationships... I figured out why my first instinct is to wear your ashes on my ring finger.
I don't wanna bother dating anyone who I can't connect to the way you and I were connected, even if that means I end up alone. That's a tall order, considering we shared dreams at times. Telepathy is hard to come by...
I have so many regrets when it comes to the time we spent together... Had I known how little time we had, there would've been less fighting, for sure... I always hated fighting with you. It only left us both feeling guilty, alienated and alone. We made up well though. A hug, two heartfelt I'm sorrys, and then we moved on. What do you want for dinner? I don't know... Whatever's easiest.
I miss you so much. That statement doesn't even begin to express how empty life is without you. Every accomplishment, every decision, everything I build or make or do... It feels like nothing because I can't share it with you. Nothing means anything anymore. I feel so lost...
I have to go to a jeweler to have everything ash holding soldered shut so we can wear it. And get the ring resized. Idk what happened there.
Quantum mechanics states that things that were once connected still are, and that everything is interconnected... I find this thought comforting, because it means we are still connected, even if only in some small way... But it doesn't compare to a Friday night on the couch watching tv with you. I love you, Mom.
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