Yet I can’t seem to find the security I need.
I’m not asking for a lot. I just want to feel loved and cared for.
But that’s not what I’m feeling.
Call it paranoia, I prefer to call it instinct.
I can’t seem to shake this feeling off that something is happening.
Something that will eventually hurt me.. Deeply.
My instinct is usually right.
This time, I hope I’m way off target.