THE MORE YOU HIT, THE MORE YOU LOVE

"the more you hit, the more you love."

Isn't is something to be really missed?

The flowers for my mom.
The pizza after work.
The hits and madslaps.
The Chikka.
The morning and closing greetings.
The reminders for the pill.
The magic.
The ITA.

The what-makes-you-smile-while-sleeping.
etc. etc.

I miss the life with all these and a thousand things.
I don't want to lose this life.

One day seems to be forever.

:(