Being Magnetic, Love Letters (Poetry), Poetry

Love Letter #118

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.

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