I am no longer afraid of being alone. I have accepted the fact that you will never come back… but what terrifies me more is the thought that you may never truly leave. That I will forever wake to that feeling you were just in the room only moments ago and feel sure that I must have dreamed of you. That I will always look to the empty spaces beside me as if you should be sitting there with me or check my inbox with the thought that there may be a message from you waiting to be read. How strange it is that in the end, it is not your absence I fear most – but your presence. That you will always be hiding in the narrow spaces between conscious thoughts or appearing amongst strangers in a sea of faces.That there will always be this fog of you clouding everything I experience – both good and bad – for the rest of my days…