Please let it be ok

It's killing you, isn't it?

I'm sorry. I'm more sorry than you'll ever know. Now, I'm not talking to someone that I'm hoping will read this, I'm talking to you. Just you. This is for you. I know you wish it wouldn't do this. You wish it wouldn't destroy you like this, and again I'm so sorry. It's hard. It's so hard, and it hurts even more. I know it's not okay now. People will tell you it's okay or you'll tell them it's okay and we all know that's a lie. This, right now, is no where near okay. But I promise you it will be. Now, even I don't fully believe that, so I'm not expecting you to, but please, please listen. We need to believe that.

I'm so very sorry for this, for what's going on, I truly, 100% am. But we need to know, eventually, it'll be okay. Pinky swear.