I just realised something today. It's not fair. It's not fair that I was there to fix her, that I helped her get through all her issues so that today, she can be happy. It's not fair that I don't get someone to do for me, what I did for her. She acted like she hated me most of the time, but I knew that deep down she was grateful. Because I never stopped budging. I never stopped asking. I never stopped caring. I was always there. Even if neither of us said a thing and we both stood there in silence. I was always there...
So now I ask her. Now I ask you. How is it fair that I'm still here? She's gone god knows where, doing god knows what, but I'm still here, where everything is the same. I do the same things. I wish the same wishes. I dream the same dreams...
But while everything here is the same, it's very very different. I'm lucky if I get through a day without wallowing in self pity. They treat me like... I was her hand, her shoulder, her saviour. And that is not difficult. It's unbearable...
