Hi I'm Nichole. You won't like me.
Aspiring Photographer. Writer. Dreamer.
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“No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.”
It’s been too long since I last saw the crinkly smile of her happy face. It’s been too long since I last hug her fragile body and listen to her sweet, worn out voice. It’s been too damn long since I last sat down beside her, on the hard cement of her tiled floors, just to enjoy her quiet company. It’s an understatement to say that I miss her cause in fact, I’d do anything to see her right now. I miss her thinning gray hair as she fasten it up into a bun atop her head. I miss her crackling laugh as she tells me about my grandfather and their early adventures. I miss her warmth and the way she would kiss the top of my head every time we say goodbye. I just fucking miss her and I pray to God that when I go back, I won’t be wearing black and attending her funeral.
So please God, please let my grandmother be alright. In 39 days I’ll be home to see her and I would rather not hug her lifeless body for I’d very much prefer the warmth comfort of her weak yet assured arms. I haven’t seen her in over 7 years so please, allow me to be with her one last time before anything bad really happens. Just please…