He's not here. He hasn't been here for while now. Yet I still find myself looking for him. I find myself reaching for him.
I don't know how long he will be away. I'm afraid for him. We all are. He put himself in this situation though. Now he has to do this on his own.
I wanted to run and save him when my mom told me that he broke down crying to her. I can't though. I can't save him. He has to do it himself. He is the only one that make things right. The sooner he realizes that the better.
I might get to see my baby. I want it so badly. I'm afraid though. I'm afraid I might not be strong enough to let him go again.
So many things. Turning upside down and inside out. I am so tired.