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.