Scared

One of the things he gave me was the feeling of being safe. Now that he is gone that feeling has gone away. There are things that are just around the corner, things that go bump in the dark hours of my imagination. I know longer feel like nothing can get me. I used to be okay alone and now I find that I am truly terrified. It is one thing to be scared of what comes next, its completely another to be so gripped with fear that you can hardly breath. Anyone who knows me knows that I am no chicken... I have been to haunted places and seen some very scary things, this fear is differant. It is the fear of never holding on to someone, never feeling protected and safe, never feeling quite complete. It is that fear that is keeping me up at night, holding tight to my pillow, wishing his was here to keep me safe.