I started to withdraw more and more. I didn’t do it on purpose. I want you to know that. The truth is that you withdrew too. We found our way back but you were only there physically, not mentally. I understand that now. It doesn’t make it any easier. I still feel as if I failed. Again.
I want my feelings back now, please. All of them, the good and the bad. At least they were a reminder that it was all real, once.
It was real, wasn’t it?