It’s been 3 months now. Since he has left. Since he died in that car crash. Nothing is ever the same. I decided to go out for a walk. I put on my jacket and grab my keys. I head out to the door. The cold breeze hits my face. I sighed and started walking. I walked on the streets of New York. It was cold. And very snowy. The wind blew again across my face. I feel a presence beside me. It almost feels like he is here. With me. Right beside me. It’s almost like I can hear him saying. “ I’m here, baby.” “I know, Michael, I know.” I whispered.
