It's raining today.
My nose, throat, ear, face, and back hurts.
I know that I'm sick, but I went to work anyway.
Despite the clouds looking so gray, I don't feel sad.
Good.
But, I'm worried.
Not good.
Regardless of everything, I truly believe that he and I are yin and yang.
I can always tell something is wrong with him, even when he's not nearby. Wether he admits it or not, I'm sure he can as well.
I'm trying my best to not assume or overthink anything, but I feel a strong sadness that's not mine.
I know there are some people who would tell me not to care. He's no longer your problem. He's someone else's problem now.
No.
He's the father of my kids.
He's my martial husband.
He's my best friend.
We're bound for life until death descend upon one of us.
I'm going to always care and love him.
Yes, I'm aware that I sound crazy.
I'm aware that I may look stupid in the eyes of others.
But, I don't care.
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Letters To Myself
AcakIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...
