It's three days now since I told you of my nightmares that haunt me at night,but what I haven't told you is that each time now they are changing the reason for this I do not know an its puzzles me beyond belief, and after each night I feel like I'm losing part of myself. It's Wednesday now and I'm sat working at my desk but my mind is far from on the job, I feel this entity is the only thing on my mind. I often feel that it's not a nightmare that Im having but I feel it's real he's truly there taking something from me every night and a little more each time. I need to find the reason for his visits the reason he kills me.
Six thirty comes and I leave work like any normal day except I don't feel normal at all in the slightest. I head home to Steve who waits for me completely unaware of the torture I endure , some how I manage to keep a face on things ,more for him than me , if he knew would he think I'm crazy? I know I would think that!
"Hhhmmmm that was a lovely meal , thank you . You have no idea how much you mean to me Steve" and it's true he means the world to me he was there for me when my world was at a very dark place not more than four years ago. I have a lot to be thankful for and he is one of them but I can't help but feel I keeping something from him but what that Is exactly I'm unsure of myself . Not knowing exactly what's happening I'm unsure of everything... but what I feel for Steve.
Tonight's our 5th anniversary and he has planned an evening of candle lit movies and much needed Cuddles on the sofa, he knew me so well, except did he? I really feel like I'm changing but how and for what reason?
After two very long movies and plenty of cuddles , our kissing and closeness has led us to our bedroom where I intend on showing him just how much I love him.
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