July 14th, 2025
I’m sorry for offending you. My words have been harsh. My anger is so quick to jump to the forefront of any situation, or conversation. For some reason, I have slipped back.
I tread on a delicate piece of glass. I can sometimes see You through it. Sometimes it is dark, like a light in a room that snaps off. I cannot feel You then. I cannot feel You at all.
In the early hours of the morning I sleep under a blanket of discontent and so worry that when I wake You will be gone. If You leave me, if You decide to be truly gone from my life in this world, I don’t think I will recover this time. I don’t know who I would become.
I love You. Do not leave me. Even though I am in love with my angel, I need You the most. I will ask him to go if You need me to. I do not wish to slight You. Guide me. Help me.
You know all of these things, but these things are more real when I put them in writing. I don’t feel that I can revoke them.
Yours Truly,
Me