This year is more than halfway over, but you’ll always be stuck in the fall. When the trees turn red, will it hit me then… that I’m never going to see you again?

I never got to say goodbye, and now it’s sinking in. The last time that I saw you, Cid was just a kid. I guess the hardest part of getting older is realizing that some people you love just don’t.

I always thought that there’d be more time – but, I guess, that’s just not the truth. Pretty soon it will be October yet, in my memories, you’ll always remain in June. When the trees turn red, will it hit me then – that I’m never going to see you again?

Took a drive last night, trying to clear my mind. Turns out, every road I traveled was paved with blue. And I cried when I read the last text that you sent, because I’ll never again see those three dots pending from you …

No more text on my birthday, though I’ll never forget what you said – because “A mother never forgets.” and now I know exactly what you meant.

I never got the chance to say goodbye, and now it’s sinking in. The last time that I saw you, Cid was just a kid. Sometimes I wish that we could just talk, so you could tell me what you would do. I guess the hardest part of getting older is realizing that some people you love just don’t.

Now every time someone mentions your name, I don’t even know what to say. The aftermath still haunts me. Who knew it would turn out this way?

Pretty soon the days will be getting colder, but I wish that summer would never end… because, when the days get dark and the trees turn red, I know it’s going to hit me – that I’ll never get to see you again.

I never got to say goodbye, when your eyes were still awake. I always thought there’d be more time to say what needed said. I wish I would have tried again, to heal the wounds we’d made. But now our chance is over and I’m getting older – pretty soon the leaves on the trees will turn red.

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