You’ve been with me from the start; kept me alive and going. We had always been in rhythm with each other. We were happy, satisfied, and full. Nothing was wrong.  Neither of us was hurt, but now, all of our innocence has been stripped away. We are left with pain, hurt, sorrow, anger, emptiness. Will we ever be able to go back?
These past few years have been hard on us. We have been beaten, broken, played, betrayed, and have lost almost all hope. I have hurt in my eyes. There is pain in my smile. No one can see it. But you, my dear friend, can feel it. You don’t have to see it to know it’s there.
We work as one. We always have. It seems as though everyone is set on tearing us apart, and sometimes I think they do. People have stolen you from me only to give you back hurt and with precious pieces missing. But does that stop us? No, of course not. If either of us gives up that will be the end. So constantly we become broken and constantly we put ourselves back together. We find the missing pieces, pick them up, and brush them off. We repair most of the damage, and we put us back together. We do it by ourselves. We are the only one the other can depend on.
So, my old friend, we have been dealt a fair, no, a big amount of pain. We should not have been put through half of what we have. Our innocence, being gone, is now replaced with painful knowing. I will never give up on you as long as you return the favor. We are empty and broken right now, but someone will fill us. We will make it out of this mess.