It's quite challenging to get over the memory of those who resemble us the most, and whom we start to act and even look like in admiration of their personality and influence on our existence.
You wake up in the morning, and look at the mirror to see the very same pair of eyes.
You walk aimlessly and move your hands just the way they used to do when they walked aimlessly.
You cynically and quite spontaneously laugh at calamities, just like you watched them do.
You listen to your favorite singer on radio, and it's their favorite one too. *quite a bummer this one*
You watch your favorite movie, and can't help recalling their special comments that made you realize things you've never realized before about your very own FAVORITE movie.
And then you have photos.. :')
You wake up in the morning, and look at the mirror to see the very same pair of eyes.
You walk aimlessly and move your hands just the way they used to do when they walked aimlessly.
You cynically and quite spontaneously laugh at calamities, just like you watched them do.
You listen to your favorite singer on radio, and it's their favorite one too. *quite a bummer this one*
You watch your favorite movie, and can't help recalling their special comments that made you realize things you've never realized before about your very own FAVORITE movie.
And then you have photos.. :')
