Dear You,
All I every wanted to hear was, I'm sorry. Those two words would have been so comforting on so many occasions, yet time after time I let it go. Why did I constantly put myself through so much pain, through so much sorrow. One moment of happiness, of peace for thousands of countless moments of regret and tears. The ones no one sees but me. The scars that are invisible to the human eye, but not the soul.
You could have been there when I needed you to, you should have. Yet, you weren't there. I waited and waited countless minutes, seconds and hours. Days went by, weeks, and months., Where was that person who promised to be there? Was I being selfish expecting you to just sit there with me, wanting you to just hold me and tell me it's going to be okay. Was it too selfish of me to want for once to be the one to need help, to be the one who could let her guard down just for a moment. And in the end, you weren't there.
You didn't even see me there. Only yourself. If you had looked past your own image, you would have seen me standing there next to you all these years, watching you, helping you. Just being there was all I needed.
All I every wanted to hear was, I'm sorry. Those two words would have been so comforting on so many occasions, yet time after time I let it go. Why did I constantly put myself through so much pain, through so much sorrow. One moment of happiness, of peace for thousands of countless moments of regret and tears. The ones no one sees but me. The scars that are invisible to the human eye, but not the soul.
You could have been there when I needed you to, you should have. Yet, you weren't there. I waited and waited countless minutes, seconds and hours. Days went by, weeks, and months., Where was that person who promised to be there? Was I being selfish expecting you to just sit there with me, wanting you to just hold me and tell me it's going to be okay. Was it too selfish of me to want for once to be the one to need help, to be the one who could let her guard down just for a moment. And in the end, you weren't there.
You didn't even see me there. Only yourself. If you had looked past your own image, you would have seen me standing there next to you all these years, watching you, helping you. Just being there was all I needed.
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