This time apart is causing a huge anxiety
welling up inside of me.
I keep myself busy by working on myself.
I do the things that I do to keep me happy.
I spend time with my loved ones.
But this time apart makes me depressed and full of doubt.
I am starting to wonder if you’ll ever come back to me.
The “when” has now changed to an “if”
and I am beginning to think that I must move on.
But if I move on, would you come back?
We always have imperfect timing.