My dear, did you know that happiness, as they say, is best when shared, and that it only multiplies?
Did you know, that the same goes for sadness? You can pass that on too, and sadly it multiplies and spreads like a plague, to every light that comes in contact with.
My dear, You passed yours on to me.
I feel what you do now.
That crippling, heart wrenching ache,
That constant tethering on the edge of tears. That drowning sadness right after a high. That urge to be alone and face the unjudging, comforting darkness. That fear of being happy, it’s what you are, isn’t it?
This is what you have been unwilling to face all this time. To realize the fact that she’s really gone. To regret.
I understand, the pain of regret. The fear of facing what is it you’ve done. You run, you’re constantly running away from it, it catches up with you whenever you slow down.
But My dear, it is like a shadow. You will never be rid of it. Even if you touch our light, your shadow will always be there, be your side. But all of us have it. And it is not right to try and pretend it isn’t there.
We’re all the same. It is okay to admit you’re as fallible as all of us. It really is.
Dissolving in tears, it feels like a routine now. Don’t you think, all the times you channeled it to anger, or blame, did it make you feel better? Did you think you can heal?
Unfortunately, my dear, it just doesn’t work that way.
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