For the first time in weeks, I’ve started to wonder if maybe there’s a chance that this won’t work out. It’s a strange and unsettling thought—one I never let myself consider before. But being on my own, feeling this gap day after day, makes me think about it differently. What if I’m just setting myself up to be miserable for a long time? Sometimes it feels like I’m holding onto something without knowing where it’s really going, and I’m worried I might be left with that emptiness if things fall apart. I want this to work, I really do, but I also know it can’t just be me holding everything together.
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