I re-read his message when he reminds me to come home, again and again. I don't know where is home, don't know what is that. He describes me a home by being himself as a lover that could be my father sometimes, could be my mother, could be my brother, and he could be my favorite asshole, too. That's how I love him, I always have reasons to falling in love again and again with him, the way falling in love should be, even with the same person, for a hundred times, a thousand times? Dead or alive?
And for even after 45 months after his passing, you were to ask me if I still love him? Of course, I do.
And for even after 45 months after his passing, you were to ask me if I still love him? Of course, I do.
That when God took you back, He said, "Hallelujah, you're home."
A beautiful song, Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran :(
