#source reminiscing

I wish he was here. I’m very much missing his presence at the moment. I just want someone to lay down with in silence. I’m not good at speaking, but he never minded. I could lay curled against his chest for hours listening to his breaths and heartbeat, feeling his fingers comb through my hair. I need to feel that gentleness again. I need to not feel alone.

I miss my mother.

I was supposed to be a god.