this is what i fear. that one day you will disappear and all that will be left will be a memory and questions. where did you go ? what happened ? it is this that drives my terror. the unknown. you are there and i am here. so, thats that ? i sit and i wonder, sometimes i go out to the balcony and just stare out up into the sky. somewhere under this same sky, there you are. but where ? are you ok ?
yes i worry to much, yes i am overly dramatic. see i admit it. fine. whatever.
all this, all that, and all that will happen is that you will re-insert yourself or make yourself visible, i will breathe a huge sigh of relief, you'll get pissed because i am acting this way. i will get slightly more upset at myself for being so weak.