Bravery and recklessness are of two same but different things.
What I felt for you are not eroded by trial of time.
So the moment my mother very softly pronounce your two syllables name
as if you were her own child
asking me
if you are doing well
I had the calmest rush of smile,
some blood rush,
indecisiveness.
Not many thing is able to hurt me this much.
I told her you were doing well, told her you're happier now.
I don't know the truth to that, but it is what I pray for you.
I don't have that recklessness to me anymore since you've been gone.
