I’m afraid that I’ve gone and gotten myself into trouble again. Don’t bother sending for help. I fully accept where I’ve landed.
You see, he is the first thing on my mind when I wake up. I start praying for him before I can even get my eyes halfway open.
There used to be a time when I prayed first thing in the morning for the strength to chase down my dreams. I’d pray for the remaining members of my family—my cat too. World peace. More love. Less strife. Answers to questions I can’t answer. I still pray for these things, but I pray for him first. I always pray for him first.
I pray for him to find his rightful place and purpose in this world.
I pray that he lives with more gratitude and passion now than he ever did before.
I pray that he took my nervous ramblings to heart.
I pray that he doesn’t think that I am completely delusional.