Whenever someone comes & asks me whether I am fine- I lie to them & say "I am" And more than them I lie to myself. It's been 8 months & 16 days you are gone. But even today, it does prick me- your absence Even more than those tiny cactus thorns. Each and every day that I live today is like accomplishing one more task without you which were actually meant to enjoy(live) with you. The today's will pass as the seasons do. But your place won't be replaced. And these feelings will continue like always. Without you!
