The distance is getting bigger.
The silent moments are increasing and the awkwardness is unpreventable.
Frustration increases everyday.
No more zsa zsa zsu.
Emotional dryness is prevailing and its scary.
Calls are empty and formal. They are also shorter and becoming weirder everyday.
Voices are dull and reveals the feelings of guilt and depression.
Nothing is happening; hence, nothing is getting any better.

Everyday it's worse and everyday I wish for things to get better.
I prayed the other day for relief, for the better, for the good, and I keep waiting.
I was asked not to wait and not to worry.
I am not worried, I am expecting the normal and getting the unexpected.
I was blaming myself all along, but I shouldn't be doing that anymore.