I thought about just continuing to text your phone good
morning, good night pretend you’re just busy and not able to respond back, than
my brain reminds me that I am living in a nightmare right now. Three days its
been, still unaccounted for and still no word anywhere. Where are you? You have
an apartment and all your things. I just don’t know how you could leave it all.
How do I act normal? How do I live each day not knowing where you are? Not knowing if you are safe? Not knowing if I will ever see you again.....acting normal is the hardest act I am having to do right now.
I’m starting to understand that you’re not of your right
mind, I get that, and you need help. You
mom is a lovely lady; we had a nice talk last night, she gave me some insight
into you and what happens when you get to this mindset. I wish I had known all
this ahead of time I could have helped more. But I can only help as much as you
allow me too and the past two weeks you’ve pushed me away. I didn’t want to see
that but looking back I now realize it.
I’m getting physically sick. Woke up this morning with a
sore throat and stuffy head. Took some zicam and got some tea/honey, but I feel
like crap. I don’t know how much more I can take between getting sick, work and
the stress of you being gone.
Just a text, a word, a note, something to say you’re okay. I
keep thinking I’ll wake up and come out to go to work and your jeep will be
there or one of those times I go by your place you’ll be there. I can hope can’t I?
I made a missing poster and posted it on FB today. It’s
being passed around to the different military groups and friends. I don’t know
what it will do but it makes me feel better.
Right now all I can do is take care of myself, do what
makes me feel better and act normal. As if that is just all.
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