I am so frustrated. My eye is twitching. I want to scream. What have I done? Did I mess up again? This twitch is irritating. I message your mom. She left me on read. Did I say something wrong? I hope not. I don’t know why this is happening I thought it had been a good idea. I message her. She tells me you fine. I’m happy and can sleep again. Or I message her and she tell me you not okay.
I had planned a conversion. You know a dialogue. But I didn’t plan there to be no script at all. I’m scared. I’m really, really scared.
I hope you alright. But your mom had replied. She said you are not really alright. I shouldn’t have taken so long to ask but I’m glad I did ask today.
I am trying not to shake. Please don’t be dying.
But she said not really fine so may it is just emotionally. She said she tell me later. Even though I would like to know now. I’ll have to wait.
At least she trusts me. I’m still worried I had a feeling. But I’m not going to cry, at least not now. I will hope for the best. I really am scared. I just have to breathe in the mean time. As long as I can breathe I will have hope.
Even if… no. I will not cry yet. Not crying until I am certain that it is serious. I still have hope. Hope is all I need.
YOU ARE READING
knowing just how to love you
PoetryLetters to a loved one is so rare in the twentieth century. Rare like their friendship. Zubaidah writes letters. Zubaidah writes letters to her best friend Uzair. She speaks her mind in them. She loves writing them. It makes her feel special and imp...
