It's been a tough year. In less than 365 days, so many people I've known have died. Young souls. Middle aged souls. Not yet elderly souls. Souls yet to have conquered their future. Souls unexpectedly gone. Vanished. Where'd you all go? Mama. Papa. Son. Daughter. Aunt. Uncle. Brother. Sister. Husband. Wife. Friend. Childhood friend. Boyfriend. Girlfriend.
Nine is a lucky number.
Nine is the number of people who left me.
Haris is lucky number nine.
I miss you Haris.
Come back.
I love you.
I keep passing by your house and saw that side door you use to sneak out and you'd tell me "Shh, my mom doesn't know I'm out here." I saw your brother's car. The Volkswagen you used to sit on the hood of. And you said you were gonna get one like it. And you did for your 19th birthday 6 months ago. I saw all your friends. The same friends I grew up with, too. All the memories of childhood came rushing back. All those days on the playground playing soccer. All those bus rides where you'd teach me how to cuss in Bosnian.All those phone calls, emails, IM's, msgs... pita, palacinke, cevapi, potato, beef that was really lamb -_-, vegeta, weird ass bubbly chocolate you'd force feed me... bike rides, swimming pools, shoe throwing at my window. Making fun of Greta's face. Making fun of Dzeno's braces. Making fun of you because you literally had the smallest eyes. OPEN THEM MAN.
I saw you the other day. I'd like to think that I can see you again someday. You were a damn good person, Haris. You always had that dorky smile on your face. I loved it.
I understand the concept of death.I can't grasp the concept of forever.
Stop gun violence, y'all.
Nine is a lucky number.
Nine is the number of people who left me.
Haris is lucky number nine.
I miss you Haris.
Come back.
I love you.
I keep passing by your house and saw that side door you use to sneak out and you'd tell me "Shh, my mom doesn't know I'm out here." I saw your brother's car. The Volkswagen you used to sit on the hood of. And you said you were gonna get one like it. And you did for your 19th birthday 6 months ago. I saw all your friends. The same friends I grew up with, too. All the memories of childhood came rushing back. All those days on the playground playing soccer. All those bus rides where you'd teach me how to cuss in Bosnian.All those phone calls, emails, IM's, msgs... pita, palacinke, cevapi, potato, beef that was really lamb -_-, vegeta, weird ass bubbly chocolate you'd force feed me... bike rides, swimming pools, shoe throwing at my window. Making fun of Greta's face. Making fun of Dzeno's braces. Making fun of you because you literally had the smallest eyes. OPEN THEM MAN.
I saw you the other day. I'd like to think that I can see you again someday. You were a damn good person, Haris. You always had that dorky smile on your face. I loved it.
I understand the concept of death.I can't grasp the concept of forever.
Stop gun violence, y'all.
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What up baby girl ;)