The memory isn’t real. Nothing plus than a dream but this time toi really loved me and I felt it so deeply.

We placed my blanket, my stuffed animals, the cakes and thé cups in a row along the grass.

The weather it was perfect and your smile out shined the sun. toi looked at me lovingly and I dug into my cupcake, the confiture across my lips as I laughed.

The storms they began and toi packed away all our memories. I begged toi to let me keep them but toi refused and threw them away.

The thé party was over and we no longer would sleep under the stars.

I still ask myself why did toi stop loving me?

I closed my eyes and heard the waves crashing. Please listen I pleaded but your mind was made up and the clouds were chasing us out from this dream.

I still have many shattered pieces of thé cups in my hands and the plus I try to piece them together the plus they break.

Mom, why did toi stop loving me?