Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
Every day I wake up is the worst day again cause it's not a bad dream. It happens again every time I wake up. Miss you my Sista. I hate that this is real and I have to live without out. Life hasn't been the same without my Sistafriend.