Dear Mocha,
I’m bothered again. Bothered by so many things that I never thought would someday hit me. I am so afraid my dear friend… Afraid of what the future brings.
Few days are left before January ends and here I am… anxious. What if he never comes back? What will happen? Will I be able to get all through these?
Or, if he comes back… can I really bear to spend the rest of my life with him? Will I be able to endure his flirtatious nature?
I am so afraid… I don’t know what kind of future awaits me now. Everything became so uncertain. I feel as though just with one wrong move, I’m through.
I wish you’re here with me. I want to cry all these things out.. And yet, I realized, I don’t want to worry or hurt anyone. Maybe you could call me selfish for bearing all these alone. But somehow you know that I’m really like this.
I miss you…
Take care always,
shiveringbluestar
