I feel so defeated. For what am I working hard? What is it getting me? Why do I want to continue working hard if it isn't going to make any difference? No wonder I don't have any hope, it is stolen from me before it can ever grow.
I miss you so much. I want to melt into your arms and let your heart beat for mine for awhile. I want to let you hold onto my worry for a few hours. I want to just be with you. To breathe deeply and listen. I want to rest my head on our shoulder and my soul in your hands.
I want to be with you. I don't want to continue living without you.
I love you GB. I wish you were here with me.
~Your daughter, Claire.
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