we’re supposed to put up a front, a mask to hide all our insecurities. i look strong and confident, i know. people trust me and the decisions i make.
but i admit, i get times where all i can think about is how long this life feels. times where i want to curl into a ball and let all my insecurities loose. i can’t be strong all the time.
but i can’t do that. i think of the future instead, my dreams and responsibilities. i always hated pity parties and victimizers.
but at times like this, i wish you were here to tell me that everything’s going to be okay. to reassure me that i can do this life. that it’ll be like “flying colors.”
i miss the smell of your aftershave. your warm embrace, your big hands encasing mine.
i miss you beside me. you’re so far away..