We panic attacked last night.
Not sure we were in the right place, at the right time. Literally, figuratively, maybe throw in whatever-other-ly's that are considered appropriate in this circumstance.
What circumstance, you ask? Maybe it's just me asking? Either way, I'm still telling.
The feeling of unsure trips us up more and more these days.
Life.
All of it.
We love what we do. But could we love something more?
Could we just do more? Hear more? See more? Be more?
We have the same problem with boys, scratch that. Men. (Come to think of that, perhaps that's our main problem...)
We think we loved you. But we always thought we could love someone more.
So we wonder.
Do these thoughts of more make us strive to become a better person?
Or do they hinder our ability to embrace the present, undeniably damaging the future?
We may never know. And, to be completely put-our-hearts-on-the-line honest, we're a little scared to find out.
x's & o's,
Leslie
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