• Sometimes, late at night,

    by  • November 18, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 2 Comments

    I’m just not okay. Fear creeps in and anxiety takes over. Harsh realities feel harsher, loneliness feels lonelier, and worries seem to become imminent. I panic in a sense, over what may come, over how you are, where you, and when I will see you again. I pray that my fears won’t come true, but they still manage to haunt me.. Day after day, endlessly. I’m not going to tell you though, because during the day, I’m miraculously okay. I pray it stays this way, and I pray you never know. I guess I’ll be okay, but I don’t know if you will be. You better be. I love you. So much.

    2 Responses to Sometimes, late at night,

    1. If
      November 25, 2016 at 10:11 am

      your heartfelt sentiments were true, you would simply ask.
      Scusi, just my opinion from an outside view (outside – potentially in similar boat as the one you are referring to)

    2. @If
      November 26, 2016 at 8:01 pm

      I can assure you my sentiments are heartfelt and quite true. You are misunderstanding this entire letter. I am in full contact with my person, but am simply worried about life circumstances right now beyond our control. There is nothing for me to ask.

      Good luck to you in whatever your situation may be.

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