(i) You, five years ago.
I don't know why it's the things that we can't get back we miss the most.
It's hurtful, but we move, we grow, we become - regardless.
As always, Thank you Ms Favour.
Your letters have revived something in me, that I never knew I had but somehow I have missed.
Safe to say I don't know what to say. I feel there's no exact reply that can sum up what you feel after you finish reading this.
Just sit with the words, they understand.
This was beautifully written. I love it.
On most days, I sit recounting what would've been and what could've but it gets better. Thank you for this Favour.
I don't know why it's the things that we can't get back we miss the most.
It's hurtful, but we move, we grow, we become - regardless.
As always, Thank you Ms Favour.
Your letters have revived something in me, that I never knew I had but somehow I have missed.
Safe to say I don't know what to say. I feel there's no exact reply that can sum up what you feel after you finish reading this.
Just sit with the words, they understand.
This was beautifully written. I love it.
On most days, I sit recounting what would've been and what could've but it gets better. Thank you for this Favour.