Again and again, allow me to complain to you, Lord. Only to you can I complain without being ashamed or afraid of being reviled. Only to you, I can pour out all the restlessness of this increasingly biting heart. I don't know the solution, and as the creator of everything, I believe God has a solution.
My God, how complicated is a feeling called love. Or is it really just us, as humans, who are good at complicating things? Regarding love, there are so many things I don't understand, oh my God. This anxiety has haunted me for a long time. Anxiety that makes me feel uncomfortable to move, because what is left behind always follows in my footsteps. Oh God, if it's true that he and I can't be together, why is it so hard for me to let it all go?
