bytemesys

holy shit, no way

Once, someone told me I was too accessable, I was too available for people. That this was the reason I lost my worth, they didn't have to try, I was there even after days of silence, even after they wronged me. They could come back to me, they were knew I would be there. I was the first one to text, to call, to confess my feelings, first to comfort and hold. I was selflessly present, always, there for the people who were my worst memories. I thought a lot about it, it's true, I'm the person who reads something that reminds me of someone, I call them. I randomly buy stuffs for people, things which make me think of them. Elaborate gestures for their special day, even when they never call me on my birthday. I'm there to hold them, if I have to, is it wrong? I couldn't help but wonder when did being warm become miserable, when did loving people became pain?