Fear: I recognize it as it pushes down on my chest. I have become all too familiar with the sensation that it brings. Anxiety: It washes over me, covering my entire body. Death: It fills my nostrils, slowly making it's way to my heart. Being around you brings out these feeling, these traits. But I suffer through it, just to be with you. I make sacrifices, why can't you?
July 8, 2012