why do you cry, sweet girl?
Your love in whatever form it was, will stay with us till our very last breaths; the same way our love held you as you took yours. Love is how we will remember you. Love is how you used to pee on my clothes to keep me from going back to school, if I had known you would leave so early, I would’ve let you pee all you want, anywhere you want.
We remember you in multiple names: Thor, Makki, Bagad billa and it goes on but we knew you in only one language and that was the language of love.
Thor, once here; here forever.
