Dear Avie,
I wish I could be with you.
All I seem to do is cry.
I cry out for you.
I cry for myself.
Writing temporarily heals some of my wounds.
If I held it all in I would suffocate.
My sweet I wish that we could run away from all of this.
The pain is so intense.
Here is where I have to stay until the light takes me away.
Xoxo- Mommy
