Every time you fell down I felt your pain. I was to shy to go to you and help you up. I couldn’t do anything because there are ropes around my chest holding me to the ground. People criticized you and I felt like they were talking about me. It bit me that I couldn’t go to because of these chains on my hands. I still see you and you don’t know who I am. You don’t know I am alive or that a girl across the world is in love with you. That’s not what hurt the most though. The most hurt was when you regained your spot back and I finally had courage to go to you. You never fell; you went back to your old life. I missed you by a couple of seconds. When I finally was one step away from you to help you up you stood up and strode away never realizing me, but I am happy because you are. If you’re sad I am sad, when you cry I cry and no matter what this addiction to you may ease but never fade.
November 27, 2009