5 Minutes to Midnight

There are 5 mins left until the clock hits midnight..

Why am I worried about u..

This worry..this..fear..it’s not for your physical wellbeing..it’s something I cant put my finger on.

Are we ok? If you ever happen to read this, I want you to know that I’m worried, and that I’ve been too scared to tell you...

I’m questioning my actions.
I am in doubt.
Have I done something wrong?

I feel like u can’t come to me anymore, your presence is welcome, this you know, but your choice is otherwise. Have I taken a backseat to the rest?

Relationships are difficult when you care, I often wonder if you care...like I do..

4 mins..

I miss the conversations we used to have, late nights, topics about nothing, ringing just too see how we each are, those talks about men.

Why do I feel you’re scared to open up to me? ...is there...a secret? Something you’re scared of telling me? Is that a result of my actions? Must I re-evaluate myself? Have I....changed?

A million questions keep running through my head, each new one presents another, it’s a cycle that leads to nothing but confusion and doubt. I want us to go back to where we started; perhaps we both need to be refreshed.

3 mins..

I want nothing but your friendship, but I don’t want that friendship to be disposable. My faith has not disappeared...it is just merely become clouded...perhaps this is a test. This friendship should be strong, it should represent the people we both are.

2 mins..

My biggest fear is...what if this is another mind game I seem to play with myself?...what if I’m wrong? And that everything through your eyes seems ok? Does this mean I have invested too much?

I still see you, this is true, however when we sit and talk, it’s like..You’re not there, it’s like I’m not there...

1 min to go..

A new day begins in less than 60 seconds..

Young man..
You are smart, strong willed, at times stubborn, and full of spirit...if there is something...why must it remain locked inside you? I would not think differently of you.

Your one of few people that would understand my stories.

What are friends for?