Dear B.

You know me, you know I am the type of person that worries so much. I used to lie awake and think about you, wonder if your eyes were closed and dreaming of better days and happiness in your near future. Every moment would feel like an eternity in my mind. The world would slow down whenever you were hidden from my sight. I felt like a parent watching over a small child. I felt like a Shepard watching over his sheep by night. I felt the need to have an eye on you always. Over my anxiety, I was afraid. Gods I was so afraid. You were right there yet so out of reach. I was so afraid of losing you.

Now the time has changed. I can see your tears for them as they suffer. It hurts, doesn't it? To see a person you love so much in pain. To have them right there, hanging on by a thin thread of sanity, and yet you can do nothing. You feel worried. You are afraid you might lose someone dear to you.

Now you know how I felt. You are the one lying awake at night. Now you are the mother, the shepard, the keeper, Anxiety and worry, pain and fear are your friends now. Do you lean so heavily on them?

Does this feeling taste bitter on your lips?

Does it feel familiar?

Now you know what I went through.