Conversations we had.
Your kindness.
Your sweet smile.
When we dance ridiculously that Valentine's night.
When you appeared in the mourning house where Mama was laid down. That I was allowed to hold you for some time and you let me held your hand.
When you brought us pizzas cheerfully.
When you hold me close in my time of grief while I cried for Mama.
When you still try to put up with me even when things were hard for you too.
When you let me spent the night with you.
