Ysabelle,
The pain of not being with you makes me all hollow inside, it's the kind of pain when someone loses his core, the mainstay of his existence- everything turns black and white, you never live, you just drift through life while trying to make sense of it. I miss those days when I would wake up to your kisses, times when the only option was to start the day swinging you in my arms while you laughed, oh that wondrous little laughter mahal. I close my eyes and think of your sweet little face, the thought and the possibility of seeing you again, that what keeps me afloat,somewhat. Through all this flurry and madness, my unconditional love for you is the only thing that is sane.
Tito misses you more than anyone can ever know. It pains Tito not being able to walk with you in the park, not hearing your first words, your songs, and not carrying you up into his arms.
In silence Tito suffers. I love you mahal. Until we meet again
With All the Love in the World,
Your Tito J
