I'm trying to put myself in a better place.
I've been selfish, I've put myself in protection mode.
I can't ignore no more.
I went on a mental vacation.
Time is limited.
I'm afraid not to do something or not be there.
My dreams torture me.
How can one part of your life be doing so good while another is on a slow crumble?
I'm preparing myself as only I can do.
I cry , because it's who I am and what I feel.
I'm worrying about what can't be planned.
I just know how much I will miss her.
It hurts already.