It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. It’s no secret that we’ve been distant; estranged. My life got too busy for you. Other things became a priority; And I changed. You’ve stayed exactly the same, right where I left you. I stopped visiting - Got caught up, and Lost you. Thought of you often. Never at peace. Days began to escape me. A discouraging tease. Too much has happened. I don’t know where to start. Highs as high as the mountains. Lows beyond anything I’ve ever felt. A lonely journey. Slipping and sliding. Harder without you there, Within me. I want to tell you so much. You are eager to hear. But this starts with a confession, It was never you, it was always me; my fear.
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect" - Anais Nin