Every time I write about you, I want to text you. Every time I text you I wanna write about you. Every moment I’m not talking to you or about you, I’m sad. My son says I should just text you and see how it goes. I tell him I don’t want to bother you. I feel powerless…like a bystander in my own life. I can’t help this, I can’t make it better. Nothing seems like the right thing to do. I can’t completely lose contact with you, I won’t make it. But I also don’t want to impede your growth…or intrude on the life you’ve made for yourself. I don’t know what to do. What’s the correct course of action?
I wish you’d reach out. Then maybe I wouldn’t feel like I was going through this alone.