Doctor, i’m not feeling well.
“what’s wrong, love.”
i’m always tired and dull. a part of me seems to be missing.
“ahh. you must be feeling the effects of the long distance.”
it sucks feeling this way. i’m always afraid.
“afraid of time and distance eroding away the ship?”
i feel bad for being so timid.  i am not brave, doctor.
“don’t worry, love. take these pills home and consume one daily, you’ll be alright.”
“that’s right, love. faith pills. do finish the entire course of the medication. don’t ever give up halfway.. or it won’t work.”