It has been quite a while since I last heard from you, and now, finally, we find ourselves face to face. The encounter is filled with a strange mix of emotions. Even though I am technically free, I can’t help but feel a sense of imprisonment within myself. Standing before the mirror, my tears flow as my fears overwhelm me. I’m gripped by the fear of loneliness even in your presence, afraid of not feeling the touch of your hands on my skin. The uncertainty of what you think and whether you need me looms large. It’s as if I want to discard my ego completely and question my very existence in your absence.
This struggle is about presenting a facade of strength to the world, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s fair. They say love can be blind, and in the midst of my supposed freedom, I feel trapped. Each time I confront myself in the mirror, it’s a confrontation with fear. Fear of losing your touch, fear of not understanding your thoughts, and fear of not being needed. I contemplate throwing my ego away entirely and question the purpose of my existence without you, my dear friend.
I find myself pondering, what would your thoughts be? Do you feel the same as I do? Are you also plagued by fear, always afraid, just like me?