I can be bold and brave in the daylight. But at night I am not brave. At night I am heartbroken and lonely and questioning God why it happened this way. At night I rack my brain for things I can do to get him to realize. But I've tried everything. And now I feel like the end of my book had the last half of its chapters torn out. My heart has broken over and over since April. I thought I could fix it. Fix us. You don't tell some one you love them and give up. You fight for it. I'm going to be crying myself to sleep tonight. I'm sorry for being such a downer. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone