I remember it as it was just yesterday.
We woke up earlier than usually (by "we" of course I mean I, 'cause you would never loose the opportunity of a good night sleep, not even for our birthday the next day.
But I woke, extra early so I could make you a special breakfast. Our idea of "special breakfast" being some pancakes and a glass of juice, but still special.
I loved seeing your face of pure joy and when I turned around, scared because you had just hugged me from behind, like you did every morning.
That day, we spent with each other, in each other and I remember thinking that there was no place I rather be, I still think that way, your warmth surrounding me and our perfect little everything
I still miss those hugs, I still miss you.
love,
me
