Hanging by a thread
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So this is how it feels to know that your loved ones don't turn to you for comfort during their lowest time. I'm practically nothing but a helpless soul standing here, reaching out to you, only to find my hand touching the still air. Yearning to hear your unspoken sadness and frustration, but I chose to leave you to have your own quiet moment because you said you needed one. I want to ditch away my respect for your privacy and cling onto you, begging you to pour your woes to me. But that seems too pathetic and disrespectful, and that is the last thing I wish to be.
I hope your soul and pride heal fast, fast enough to stop me from missing you so badly.