Writing is good for my soul, but I am thinking myself crazy trying to figure out what you think. If I hadn't been told by that horrible man that this could last forever, I would not be so frantic. I know who made the cruel mind games and I have let them affect me. I have heard every mean thing they could think of to run down my self-esteem....which barely existed anyway.
I know you worried about me and it was the nicest thing ever to me. You have been the most wonderful person in my life. I felt cared over. I want to do the same for you, if I may.