Cold-hearted bastard

During that whole time, I was never worried, I never once found myself startled or frightened.
I assumed you were going to be fine, and considering the odds I never found that strange. But even when the odds changed and things got riskier, I just assumed everything would turn out fine. Which thankfully turned out to be the case.

I couldn’t stand people’s Armageddon approach, expecting the worst and preparing for it, I didn’t get why you were going along with those people. And honestly, I still can’t get myself to look at it that way. People thought I was cold because of it, and in retrospect I thought I was too, but I couldn’t pretend to feel things I didn’t feel. I simply chose then and I still choose now, to be and stay positive.

But the other day, when I tried to wake you and you didn’t respond immediately. When it took me a few nudges and pushes to get you out of your dream world…that was the first time I felt scared. That was the first time I thought: “what if she…”

I remember thinking it and the thought crossing my mind. And as you slowly woke from your seeming comatose state, I smiled. Because you woke up, but also because it showed that I am still human and that I’m in fact not a cold-hearted bastard.

Love you, and'I hope you continue to do well…