I've been having lots of dreams about my father lately, friends (more detail about the dreams later), and it got me thinking: Do we ever get comfortable not having someone in our lives? Whether the situation is a break-up where the other person is still alive, or someone we love has died, a part of us will always want them with us. What do you think, friends? xoxo
Here I am again
Sitting with these old photographs
Am I looking at someone else's life?
It was the days of castles and hopscotch and lullabies
The time for a thousand hellos, not goodbyes
The time when I didn't know what it felt like to cry

Do you miss me wherever you are?
Do you wish you were here?
Are you that shooting star watching over me when I'm dreaming?
'Cause these memories, they flood my mind
It's like I sleep with my eyes open hoping I can see through the rain
And that one day I'll turn around
And you'll be with me somehow

I wonder what I would say if I saw you
I've done so much without you
Feeling like an island all alone
Would you be proud, would it be enough?
Would I still have your love?
And would you realize how much I've grown?

Do you miss me wherever you are?
Do you wish you were here?
Are you that shooting star watching over me when I'm dreaming?
'Cause these memories, they flood my mind
It's like I sleep with my eyes open hoping I can see through the rain
And that one day I'll turn around
And you'll be with me somehow

So I look in the mirror and I see your eyes staring back at me
Twinkling bright just like those shooting stars in the sky...

Do you miss me wherever you are?
Do you wish you were here?
Are you that shooting star watching over me when I'm dreaming?
'Cause these memories, they flood my mind
It's like I sleep with my eyes open hoping I can see through the rain
And that one day I'll turn around
And you'll be with me somehow

Do you miss me wherever you are?
Do you wish you were here?
Are you that shooting star watching over me when I'm dreaming?
'Cause these memories, they flood my mind
It's like I sleep with my eyes open hoping I can see through the rain
And that one day I'll turn around
And you'll be with me somehow


[Photo by Amanda Mabel, via Le Love]

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