I could tell she was not just doing it cause of I was her man she really enjoyed my craft I get up in the morning sometimes late she up already listening to the recording of yesterday I just smile cause I was not there she be in the sitting room just playing it over and over
Seeing her writing even after she left the world makes me sad like a sharp pain but I am always grateful for one thing we made memories while she was here
She was helping me to write most of the time so I don’t have to worry about spellings I just have to focus on melodies and just expressing myself. She had this beautiful big hand writing that made me laugh and she never shamed me always helped me out to get better
I never stopped writing growing up I had this problem with spelling I find it hard to put big words together my parents really spent heavy on education but I don’t know for some reason I was slow with books but I was good in economics and social studies
I never shared with anyone even my family or close friends till like 1 years and even when I was telling my close pal we was out just went to get stuffs mehn I day cry as I day tell my friend
I lost my gf at a time I was really in need of someone her sister called me 400 level second semester a time where I was battling a lot she said she slept and never got up shit felt like a dream so someone we was playing in the rain together few days back mehn i felt pain