Fear is taking over, and I’m not sure who I am. I have butterflies in my stomach, but these butterflies are different. They are made from worries and doubt. Their wings are sharp as razor blades and they are ripping my stomach to shreds. Unfortunately, they aren’t giving me the happy and high feeling they normal do. Even though I feel stuck in time, I know everything will turn out fine. I just worry about you, every second of the day. Are you safe? Will we be okay? What does the future hold for us? The biggest fear of my life is that I’ll lose you. Dear God.