I’m not sure why I’m writing this to you now? I’m not in that perfect condition to talk about something or write something; yes I can’t get it out of my mind.
I won’t mention about my question to you, yet I want to, it was a way of venting out everything to back in track, I don’t know what I was expecting at that time, a quick confident answer? Maybe a one word answer, just an answer to push me, to put that power inside me again. To erase any remained pain, and cure all wounds it’s a soul to soul conversation or that what I was expecting at that time, a soul was asking for help & the other strong, affectionate, brave soul help and hold.
I don’t know, I keep saying it seems less important when its written down. . . It could take all that time for you to think, but it shakes many things I need to prove, it doesn’t need that you put things up to each other to come with the very perfect sentence to say, I say if we said what we feel at the moment we felt it, we may never be able to say it that pretty way again.
Things are struggling inside me, I want to ask, blame, wonder, but u frightened me again, of. . . you. I can’t go on in that letter I feel it’s such a difficult thing to me to do, but I just did!
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