4 years on

The messages on twitter are flooding in.

Even though this year has been less harsh than the previous years,
somehow the messages reaffirm the fact that you once lived.
Like they're telling me that it's not a bad dream.

Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
4 years on, I still wish that incident was just a nightmare.
Even now, I still cry for you at times.

Seeing words such as "R.I.P" and "you'll live on in our hearts forever",
I'm not sure whether I should feel comforted or anguished.
This tormenting conflict just snowballs.

9 August.

My country's National Day.
Your death anniversary.

Between a joyous occasion and a grieving one,
I choose to commemorate you.

I hope that you're happy where you are now.
Rest in peace, and we'll meet again one day.