We are better as strangers

I wished I have prepared you to live on your own.

I wished I had taught you how to make your favorite meal.

I wished I had let you in on the little hack to make your laundry smells like vanilla....smell like me.

I wish I could have loved you more, even when you hated yourself.

I know you cannot feel past the pain right now, but I promise you that you will be alright.

I can only hope that one day you will look back, and the corners of your mouth would force a little smile in reminiscence.

I wish, when in the middle of the night, when there is someone else beside you, and your monsters creep in, you don't let them take over.