where are you?

It’s as if your presence is right by my side. As if you’re watching my every step and all I fear is that I am not making you proud of me. 

I fear that you are disappointed with every move I’ve made. Although I am the oldest, not having you around has messed with my head. I’ve made some bad decisions with no regrets. 

I feel you watching me and I do it all with thoughts of, well if he were here he would do this. I want to do it all so you can experience it with me. 

I want to show you the world. 

I want you to tell me or show me if I’m right or wrong. 

I need you, I miss you!