I hope I can be with you again. I’m scared, David. I’m scared of being alone. Isn’t that silly? I’ve seen my assumptions that I always would be change over the past few years and now I can’t go back to where I was before. I’m scared.
I don’t want to be alone – I want to have love, to share love, to share my life with someone who loves me as much as I them. I’m not sure why this comes up except that I miss you. You were helping me and now I don’t seem to know what to do.
I would give anything to change places, so you could stay. There’d be no grieving lover if I were gone. Less people would be so hurt, and you could continue your work.
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