Sequel

Flip to the first chapter of the sequel following summer love, see I've found strength and preparation. I've found familiarity in your voice, in your eyes, in the palm of your hand where you've kept my heart all this time. Your apology bleeds at the edges of my fingertips, your words scrawled in your own blood, and I am far more than just grateful for your stubborn sacrifice to allow me some closure. The anxiety that I feel only when you are near swells, but for some reason it doesn't make me squirm the same, make the tears well up the same, make my heart quicken it's pace the same. The feelings are more tolerable, but I'm still slightly uneasy, and I don't know how to react to anything. It feels almost like everything felt before, minus the stress of worrying; who's he with when he's not with me? Why hasn't he said anything for so long?