Im out of control

I've felt really out of control lately. I'm drowning and I'm reaching for something I cannot see but I'm praying that it's there. I can still feel the warmth of your arm around my shoulder, where it set my skin on fire and filled me with butterflies. I want to be stable again.

We've barely talked in two weeks and I may not see you for another. Pessimism will be the death of this. Everyone thinks they're the realists. But there are multiple realities and it's just a matter of which one you choose. I don't want to lose my first love but I know I'll never forget you.

Love,

Savannah