Miss You Still

It has taken me two and a half years to accept the fact that you've passed away. I think it'll take me a little more time to let go.

I still cry when I think of you. I secretly open your closet to let your scent permeate the air in your bedroom as I inhale deeply. I still wear the pajamas you sew for me, old and tattered they may be.

I still miss you, Tita.