Here’s a world I haven’t visited in some time. Introspection sometimes escapes one when it is most needed.
So what is my ultimate concern? That I will lose my Self. That all the lessons I worked so hard to integrate into my life will escape me. That I will feel trapped, or that his mind is too changeable for me to ever feel secure with. I’ve been placed out on the windowsill to cool. He can’t expect me to stay hot. I am warm, at best.
I feel like I’ve lost so much already, and I am now struggling to put everything back in place.
The longer I am made to wait, the more I doubt myself. Maybe this isn’t what I want after all. The trouble is, I just don’t know anymore. I’m tired of being so unsure about everything.
When will I truly learn to Love?