you feel like you almost can’t breathe.
you wish to type out your woes but somehow the words don’t come
Or worse, you can’t put a finger on exactly where that damned stone lies.
The piece of bad news was saddening. I didn’t even really know him but as a teacher, you feel something. What that something is, i really don’t know. All i know is that i don’t really feel good.
Some are loved but fail to realised they are loved, some are loved and bask in the glow of love, some pretend to be loved but are empty inside, some are unloved and indulge in superficialities to feel loved and then, there are those who are unloved and make no pretense of their loneliness.
You must have felt scared…
to be all that alone.