It’s only been a little while since you’ve left but I’m being driven insane by the fact I want to talk to you. There were so many things left unsaid, left open ended, and it’s bothering me to the point I just want to pull my hair out.

I’m sitting here, I’m anxious and scared of what may happen while you’re gone - if anything should happen at all - and what we may talk about once you get home. 

If only we were given the time to resolve this beforehand I wouldn’t be doing my nut in but now I’m left wondering how I’ll be able to survive the entire time you’re not here. ‘Cause now I’m left anticipating and fearing what may come out of your mouth the next opportunity we have to talk.

I’m scared. 

I miss you, and I feel so terribly depressed with all these unanswered questions itching at the back of my mind.