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

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

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

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

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

I still ask myself why did u 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 thee cups in my hands and the meer I try to piece them together the meer they break.

Mom, why did u stop loving me?