Dear Penelope, I've reached out, now I'm scared.
So, I've done it. I've reached out to you and now I am terrified.
Maybe I should have just left you with the memory of me. It might save you from disappointment.
I have had a hard few days. I thought that by writing to you through these posts it might make me feel less alone, but it's done the complete opposite. Is this how you've been feeling for all this time?
Of course you haven't. You've had people there to care for you. A partner to love you. I miss that comfort. I miss having someone there. Someone to hold.
I need to stop watching films. They are unrealistic. I don't see a yellow umbrella in my future anymore.