Broken Hearts and Torn Up Letters

If I could have one wish, at any part of my life I think, it would be to go back in time, and talk to my grandma again. Even if its just the once. I just want to remember her better. And to let her know that I’m okay, and that I’ve done well, and that for the most part I’m happy. And that hopefully I’d be doing her proud, I think I just want a conversation with her, as an adult, and to tell her everything that I hadn’t ever been able to say, and that I’ve missed out on saying. I hate losing people, I hate not having the time to say everything, and I hate that 9 years on I have so much more to say now. I still have recurring nightmares, I still wake up in tears, and I just wish that I could have one more conversation, even if she didn’t know it were me, just to be able to tell her the story of my life, as cliché and stupid as it sounds. I just miss her, and it haunts me. It’ll always haunt me I think. I wish I had more memories, if I could have one wish, she’d be it.