I don't like this feeling. The feeling when the person you love most is suffering from an emotional catastrophe and all you can do is text him and tell him that it's going to be okay, that we'll talk about it tomorrow and we'll planeverything out and everything will turn out for the best. It's like telling a kid that there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow except that this kid does not believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. So you just don't know what to say anymore.
And as a depressant, for lack of a better term, because that's what they call people like me in those medical books, I can't help but take everything in. Feel his hurt. Nurse his pain. Until that dreaded anxiety attack comes.
It won't happen this time though. He needs me more than ever and I just love him too much. And I swear I will kill myself if I let him down.
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