First man in my life.

The weekend just passed has not been a good one. I led the life of a victim in a horror/thriller movie. Extreme fear and sleeplessness are perhaps the only words to fully describe - I seriously thought I might die. The other one is hurt. I strive to run away from it all. To be protected, to protect my loves only to realize that I am weak. Too weak to be protected. Too weak to protect at all. All I can hope for now is to pack my bags and leave - far, far away. To pray for love ones if I can't bring them along.