I'm not allowed to see you anymore Abigail
Your grave
I went there one last time yesterday
I gave you your favourite flowers, one of each while I talked to you for what seemed like hours but was only a whole of 15 minutes
It was peaceful and calm
Your mother gave me your diary
It made me feel helpless yet I feel a sense of closure
It's what I needed
It's what I needed to feel okay again
I need to learn from my mistakes Abigail and this is how I'm going to do it
