I just have a small request.
A simple question that has been bothering me for months. It's been lying heavy on my heart and dragging down my shoulders. It's the fear in my eyes and the words I see leave my mind, but never my mouth. It's the dew on the morning grass and the wings on a butterfly. The waving of the trees as they sway in the winds and the roar of a lion so desperate to communicate. It's the worry that lives within me and the beads of sweat that perspire from my face. The grip of my fingers and the creases in my forehead.
You see, I've been told this many times.
'It gets better. It goes away. Over time you will be you again and you'll find the hole starts to fill up piece by piece.'
But the thing that keeps me awake and steals my sleep is this...
Will it? Really? Or perhaps this really is it?
I just need to know because this question though small and insignificant to most, is the very question that chews me up and throws me out day after day.
I guess I am still very much in love with you. And my fear is that I always will be. Will I?
Just a question.
XOXO
