You'll understand the meaning of love when you just lost it.
You'll understand the meaning of faith when you just misplaced it.
You'll understand the meaning of religion when you believe in it.
You'll understand the meaning of hope when you gain it.
I'll never understand why, why I always play the 3rd party. Iam never the one to belong, to fit in, but instead I stick out like a sore thumb. Somehow, though I'll never say it, I wish we were an even number, because that'll mean that another person won't no longer have to be lonely.
Another thing. To strangers, I learn to give limited help.
And thank you, for being there for me, for letting me cry to you over the phone during those days when it was raw and no one actually cared. And for supplementing me with your own life examples. I feel for you. I know how you feel. I know that someday, you've gotta let me go, find my own footing, and let me walk the rest of my life on my own two feet.
But till that day comes, will you hold me tight and say that you'll be there for me?
Because I cant imagine, even withstand you saying, " no, I don't have the time for you because Iam too busy."
I don't have the time for you. Those lines cut, those lines hurt.
If you do say that, prepare for me to be upset-visibly upset. You just touched a nerve, don't expect there to be no tears, because I've been crying over you every night. Every night.
Because if you don't have the time for me, who does?
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