As I go into this third year,
As the days get shorter and the nights get longer,
And it gets harder to get out of bed,
I contemplate whether all this was worth it.
Whether it was worth waking up.
My heart hurts and my soul is tired
And now I don’t know if I’ll make it to see year three.
There will never be enough words in any language to describe this feeling.
Until we meet again. I love you.