I'm really sad because I know I'll miss them a lot. Trying not to break down, but it hurts. Thinking about them being away feels like a deep cut, a sharp pain that keeps getting worse.
I'm trying hard not to fall apart, but missing them is tough. It's not just about their music or performances; it's about missing the everyday things they brought to my life. It hits me hard, making it tough to hold it together.
I'm grappling with this big emptiness they are going to leave behind. It's not just that they're not here; it's missing the happiness, laughter, and inspiration they always brought.
As I go through all these emotions, my tears become a way to express how much I'm connected to them through their art. And even though it hurts, I'm holding onto the hope that these tears will turn into happiness when they come back.
Crying a lot might be a way of showing how much I love and miss them, even if they're far away.
I'll wait for you.
I'll be much stronger.
I'll hold you closer to my heart.
And, I purple you.