I have the mail in the draft. I have written everything I want to express in the best way possible for me. But there's something else that isn't letting me, no matter how much I try, press that send icon. I can't put myself to do it. An unknown insecurity has usurped the throne that once belonged to confidence and assurance. I think both of us have to wait as the complexities still are in a conversation with my demons inside an ice cold room of my mind.