Dear T,

I am afraid you will die before I can finish talking about this stuff. I know I'm being ridiculous but I would be devastated if that happened. Most likely I'll die before you but one never knows. I wish I could have told you some of this last year or the year before.

Are you going to help my parts heal? I've told you everything so you could do that. I felt something when I put my head down and wanted to hide. SHE was really there and I wanted you to talk to her. I know you want ME to talk to her. I did. I told her she is all right because I'm an adult now, and she's just a part of me. You wanted me to tell her that she was normal, I think.

It's hard for me to deal with these feelings. I want to share more with you, and do SE or whatever you want. I hope next week happens and that you're not sick, and that I'm not out-of-town. Or, that I can wait if I have to. But please don't die!!

Love,
rainbow