I wish you could see me struggle.
I wish I could tell you that it isn't one-sided, that you aren't alone, but I can't. That's the point of a step back.

But for now I'll count the minutes until I can come back. That's the best part of any leave of absence taken in love, the return.

When will it be? I couldn't tell you. This was started on a gut feeling, and it will end the same way. But my feelings won't change. They're like poison in my veins right now, stinging, wanting to escape. I did this because of love, I pray to God I'll get to end it for the sane reason.