Realised that no matter how hard I tried to forget and move on
There will always be a hole, cause that i never get the chance to know
Do i matter?
It's been 5 years but tears still came pouring out when I heard the father says
"I love you so much, I just never get to tell you yet"
"I wanted the conversation, but i realised we have nothing to talk anymore"
"I wanted to mend things but i was too late"
"I thought words get easier when you grow up, but i realise you grow so apart from me"
"I'm so sorry"
Not all wounds heal. Not everyone lucky enough to move on. People tell me that I should just let go, but you don't understand. It's not i don't want to, I don't get to.
You never get the closure you deserve. With his passing, he left everything hanging. There is no acknowledgement, no answer to all the questions. No mends to all the hurting.
It will always be unfinished. Messy and exposed.
