Why is it that every single day, when the traffic in her thoughts slow down, you begin to drown her mind. You haunt her dreams. So much that burning tears fall down those cheeks. You, who loved her more than she could. She, who pushed you away when you needed her. She, a daughter, who knows that you won’t be there to walk her down the aisle. You, who had so much to give but lost it all into oblivion. She, who still has such a hard time saying how much she misses you, so she just keeps burying everything deep inside. She, who urns for someone who can understand this pain.