I stay up at night and I worry about you. Are you alone? Are you scared? If you need me to, I can pretend I’m strong. I can pretend I’m not afraid of what the future holds, or if the future holds anything. I would do that for you. Sometimes you let me see the sad side of you. A side of you I may not be strong enough to see. A side of you that leaves me crumbling. Maybe you know that. Maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe you’re scared. Maybe you don’t know that you’re not alone.