If only you knew how worried I am. If only you knew that I am thinking of you. If only you knew to just be there for me.
We got good at ignoring each other. The signs are slowly showing. Maybe we are not meant for each other. Maybe we are meant to be in each other’s lives as a lesson.
I am breaking so slowly that people around me don’t see it. Everyday, the ache in my chest increases. No comfort because no one understands. All they see is the surface. Deep down, the cancer of my soul is black and threatening to surface. I am afraid.