I miss you. I miss you more than you would ever know. More than you could imagine, and sometimes I hate myself for missing you that much.

Loss affects everyone in different ways. But you are one I have not gotten over. You are a loss that comes to mind overtime. Saying I miss you would be an understatement, because I have not been able to let go. Let go to the fact that you are no longer here and there is nothing I can do about it.

Some say I do not let go and to torture myself. But the truth is, I am afraid to forget you. Forget your voice, the stories you would tell me. What you taught me and all the things I wish you still could have taught me.

I hold regret. Regret for everything I wish I could have said before it was too late. And regret for not telling you how much I truly loved you before it was too late. I just always hope you knew that.

Even though I carry this regret with me, you are what I hope I can become in the future. And as I continue to grow up, I hope that I always made you proud.

You may be gone but your memory is eternal. I miss you, but I am lucky to have known you.