I fear the worst for you
Hi. You don't know me yet. You may never know me at all.
That's the part I fear.
I have never been comfortable enough around you to let you in. To let you see the real me; yet, here I am, desiring for you to do so.
I want to share my thoughts with you as you go through this journey - these questions, as follows:
How are you?
How are you feeling?
Why does your heart ache?
Why do you cry so often?
What are you crying about?
Is there any way I can help? If so, will you let me know?
May I sit with you?
May I hold you, if not for the rest of your life, then just for this one minute?
May I hold your hand?
Is it okay with you?
Will you ever let me in?
Dearest, stranger. I worry about you. I want to know you and yet I can't bring myself to be open enough to ask you these questions, with you, face-to-face.
I want to know you. I do none of these things in mocking. I...
I keep using that letter, don't I?
Ha. Did it again.
Will you sit with me?
One day, no! Tomorrow. Let's meet. Let's see each other. Let's look at one another laugh and not wonder what the other is laughing about, but instinctively laugh with them.
Always wanted to do that. Got embarrassed when someone - my own mother - would ask, "What are you laughing about?"
I could never say.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow will be different.
Let's pass one another on the street and simply, without a word or a gesture, understand each other at the very core.
I may never know you, and I will likely never show you enough of myself to let you in either. I just... want you to stop feeling like that - the way I do.