Short Stories

Don't

I feel anxious. 

The way you look at me now, it isn't the way you looked at me then. 

What happened to us? What have you done to me.

        The animosity, the cold. You left without warning. Leaving me blind, to feel around in the dark.

                    The warmth you gave to me in which I basked in. Did I take too much from you?

                 You see, now that I've completely gone weak in my mind, how can I move forward? 

         I feel as though I'm in a storm, the wind and rain violently thrashing around me, forcing my                                                                     eyes shut. I can't see where to go.

                                                   You guided me, I know nothing without you.

                                                    Please come back and help me find my way.

                                                          Leave when I've found my own way.

                                                                                 Or don't...