I’m losing them.

 

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Its a countdown

Ten.

It is still early. Let’s not think about it. It is, after all, just a possibility.

Nine.

Still a possibility; a 10% possibility.

Eight.

No. I shouldn’t want it to be true.

Seven.

But I do.

Six.

I haven’t told you yet. I don’t want you to get worried after all if it’s not true.

Five.

Maybe it isn’t true.

Four.

Maybe it is.

Three.

Should I mention it?

Two.

I think I’m too late.

 

One.

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I am so tired of seeing the people I love get hurt. I’m tired of Life beating them up.

They are good people I swear to you.

And yet here they are getting kicked and punched by Life’s meanness.