There are so many things I want to say. So much to write about. But I sit down at the computer, open window in front of me...and all I can think about is that if I am going to type something, it should be a letter to him.
He sits and waits for words from me. He receives only silence. The guilt eats at me. It paralyzes me. I should write...something...anything would do, really...but instead the page stays blank.
