"I really think I'll be O.K."

I’m trying to force myself not to cry as I sit here and I listen to Latter Days repeat for the third time. “What a beautiful piece of heartache.” Remnants of the email conversation between Jen and myself still stirring in my mind. “They’ve taken their toll these later days.” Everything feels like it is still stirring within. Other recent conversations and unspoken words fill my head. “Call it the shadow of myself.” Will I let the words speak truth? I’m still so afraid. “But tell them it’s real” It’s just me. Alone. I’m still so afraid.

“I just don’t have much left to say. They’ve taken their toll these latter days.”