I truly cannot explain how I feel right now. I have no idea where you are, or what happened to you. You said it wouldn’t take long, and I waited for hours for you. It’s been 4 days since then, and you still haven’t come home. The worry of not knowing is turning into fear – fear of the unknown. Countless things lead to one conclusion, and I don’t want to think about that. But what am I supposed to do? No one’s told me. It’s eating me alive.
I have no idea what to do. I can’t sleep or eat; I just keep watching the clock, hoping you’ll just come home, and tell me you’re alright. I can’t… think… what am I meant to write?
Just come home, please. Or at least tell me where you are.
I love you.