Roadmap
I sat on the park bench, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and purple. It’s been a week since we had that heart-to-heart conversation. I remember the fear and the relief that washed over me as I poured out my heart. It was like letting go of a heavy weight that had been dragging me down for so long. We’ve been doing better since then. We’ve been more open and honest. But there’s still a lingering sadness. I miss the carefree days when everything seemed so simple. Now, every little thing feels like a potential landmine, waiting to explode. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t help but worry. What if we can’t keep this up? What if our problems are too big to overcome? I’ve always been a planner, but when it comes to love, there’s no roadmap. I just hope that we can find a way to make it work. Because I love you more than anything in the world. And I’m terrified of losing you.