FEAR FOR HER

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How strange is the sadness of separation, even after losing her, I live with the fear of losing her. I don't want it that way, I want to be with her at every happy, sad and difficult stage of her life, to encourage her, to hear her, to be with her. I have the fear that if she will be any difficulty now I won't be there with her, I know she have new friends now but will they understand her emotion and anger like I used to?, because she do and say a lot of things when she is emotional and angry which is not her fault, it's the human nature. That's the fear I live with.

I know she has trouble in sleeping, and she want someone to hear her out what happen with her throughout the day, and I was the one when she don't have anyone. And now she have many friends but did they are the good listeners like me?, did they hear her silly things like I used to?, will they understand, how much these peoples mean to her that she's telling them these things?. This is the fear I'm living with.

I know she is very brave and strong girl, but at the end of the day and on some point we all wanted someone who can understand us, to motivate us, and to be with us. I used to be that person for her, but now she have new friends, but did they will motivate her and laugh with her? Like I used to, let's imagine they will laugh with her, but will they wipe her tears?, cause everyone can cry with you, will they wipe it?. That's the fear I'm living with. And till now, I wish that moment would've never came, and you had stay with me here, then I wouldn't have to live with these fear.

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