Saturday was the last message.

I am listening to this music as if it will evoke you. Willing the dot to appear next to your name, for the light to flicker.

Before I didn't know enough to worry.

Now, I know to much to stop.

Easier before. Harder now.

Better now.

To have the line back. To have the music back. To have the writing back. To have you back. To have this part of me back.

The worry is unavoidable. Anxiety is part of it.

not knowing. That's the worst of it.