3
years ago today is the day that I woke up from a terrible sleep
and realized that all I saw and heard the night before wasn't
just a nightmare. Everything happened fast, so unbelievably
fast.. It was the worst day of my life. But that's a selfish
thing to say when my brother isn't here anymore because it
was the worst day of HIS life.
So far, time hasn't healed a thing, and to think where we all
were 3 years ago, it seems like a brand new wound yet.
Nothing is promised, and nothing should be taken for
granted. Not for one single moment.