Not quite sure how to start this one, which is strange because I always knew the words to say when I put the pen to the paper. I check my mailbox at least 5 times a day now. I'm not expecting anything at all. I'm just holding on to the hope that it will come. Waiting is such a horrible feeling. It's like the awkward in between of point A and point B. Waiting can make your most perfect response seem less and less perfect after every day and week that passes. "What did you do wrong? Did you really do anything wrong?" I feel like I have nothing to say, but every question in the world to ask you. I know you better than this, I thought I did. You can't pretend that well, not for so long. Is this all I deserve? You were so much more than what you're showing me now. A mentor. A best friend. Someone who could cheer me up no matter what. You made me believe again. You wouldn't have ever made me cry. This can't be you, there has to be a reason. Tell me what happened. You changed my life and you can never take that fact back. Just give me a reason so I can get you out of the back of my mind. It's making me a mess. Pretty sure I miss you.
-Sasha
P.S. Don't forget that miracle..Psalm 91:2
It's not about me
- SashaRihana
- I would never stake my life on any lesser thing than the cross of Christ. There is absolutely nothing in my life I can be certain about except for the fact I am saved by grace. I am skeptic by nature, but I probably have more hope than anyone you will ever know. God has a big plan for my life, and though I wish I could see it now, I'm trusting that it's better than any life I have imagined for myself.
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