Seriously, I am scared that i am _____. I'm emotional and crazy now. I'm breaking down inside. I hope you're there to hold me together still. Tell me that i'm not, prove it to me, please dear. I want this month to pass quick, I want the prove that it's not what I think. I need the prove. Now whenever I cough my mind gives me trauma.
I miss the times when we have a pure, innocent relationship. The times before our exams ended last year. From now on, you know what i"m seeking. We're not going to instigate each other. We're going to help each other. We're going to work together. Our body is the temple of God. We're going to protect our body.
I love it when I'm close to you, and your life. I love being in your house, and watching tv on the couch, it is really blissful. I miss eating your mum's spaghetti and telling you that it's wonderful. I miss all the good times, like how we mugged at teadot. I miss your sudden crazyness when you suddenly told me you want to tell your parents about us. I miss those times too dear. I hate those times when we indulge in bad pleasures, they make me scared, they haunt me, they make me wake up many times from my sleep. They even haunt me in my dreams.
I am so afraid that whatever has happened in term1 this year would repeat itself. It is really scary. I am so scared, so cold, so alone.
I hate that feeling. I love our innocent, and carefree days.
Love,
Sarah.
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