我想伱 :((

I wondered where u was these days . LA ? Monaco ? New York ? Paris ? 

Apart from wonderfully extravagant Christmas and birthday presents then hardly ever heard from u. 

Your public excuse was that ur schedules were so hideous that u didn't have time for urself.

I didn't blame u : Once I escaped myself-as soon as I turned eighteen and left school-You wouldn't come back either .

But I did miss u terribly . And it was getting harder and harder to remember u . Not that visual memory had faded-far from it . 

'' The way u when u read bedtime stories u acted out all parts. Being the wolf-the granny-and cute Little Red Riding Hood. ''

 '' The way my room smelt of ur perfume. ''

'' Your exquisite clothes . ''

'' The flowers in u put in my room for decoration . ''

'' The way daddy used to smile at u . ''

'' The way u lay in bed till almost midday. ''

But all the stuff that had really mattered to me, all the stuff that had just been me and u ,

was now getting very blurry , because just after u split with daddy , u got ur big break and went to somewhere distant  miles from me .

I longed for ur return and clung the hope that u would come back , but weeks turned to months which turned to years ...