My worst nightmare
Thursday 15th February
You think you’re prepared for it. But when it comes, you’re not. Not in the slightest.
If I were religious, I’d pray for you. I want to. I would be there with you, but I can’t be. I’m stuck thousands of miles away, helpless and unable to help..
All I can do I wish for your speedy recovery, and hope that there are no permanent effects. It would slay me. Tear me to shreds.
Holding back my tears, in this – the darkest hour..
it’s exactly a month…
i’m pleased but i’m still waiting y’know? for it to be normal, if that feeling is not lost?
helpless? but you know you’ve helped :) and you know you still are x