Category : Diary/Journal

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There was a time where I stepped up when you were feeling broken. A time when you were alone in your darkness searching for the light, I stayed with you in silence. I stepped up for a reason; to show you that I was your person, a loyal companion, a measure of constant. 

In the haze of sorrow, it mattered not how long it'd take; I never swayed, I stayed. I was your advocate, ready to educate, facilitate, even plan your escapade if that was what it came to in our debate. 

When it appeared like you had given up on yourself, I never gave up on you. Amidst the raging storm, and you seemed to have lost all hope, I continued to stand by you. In a world full of questions, my only hope was you know what’s true. 

But.... you got scared. Spooked.

You were scared of your own shadow. Spooked by an illusion created by your own imagination. You believed the confusion. 

Confliction emerged from your confusion, leading you to have conversations with different versions of your person. Those conversations led to contradictions which added to the existing confusion. All the time and attention given to the illusion created by your  imagination came with more questions but no solution. 

What the fuck were you thinking? What on earth were you doing? 

Yet, I was still there in your corner, still had your back. I was still your person, still your loyal companion, the one thing in your life that was constant. 

But.... you chose to be an island. You chose distant and isolation. You were stubborn and ignorant. 

I'm not going to stay to save the day. Come what may, I have said all I needed to say but you still choose to run your play. That's okay, have it your way. 

There was a time where I stepped up, given it my all and in your corner I stood tall. But you didn't give me the time of day. Didn't appreciate, didn't give a shit, and that's NOT okay. 

You want distant and isolation? You want to be an island? You've got it. Because as of now, you are dead to me.