Can I tell you something, my Love? This is coming from my heart, and it pains me to say: There comes a point when things start to seem very real. What we were probably not seeing, or not trying to face, is now infront of us. The reality is not pleasant, and everything has a hindrance. Is that telling us that we cannot be? Is that our reality? Because I am looking to you now and I need your response. It seems as if you talk about everything except us. When my mind is racing, I need your calmness, and for to reassure me. I need to know you are still there. I cannot do us one-sided, because that is not fair.
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