Itβs Slow Burn. Itβs tedious trust turning into certain loyalty.
Itβs deals made in desperation becoming unbreakable bonds.
Itβs noticing, focusing, the subtle shift of light in their eyes, the shifting wrinkles that show in different smiles.
Itβs bearing the sting to taste fleeting sweetness.
Itβs careful words and cautious actions despite the ticking clock.
Itβs holding back a hand to save their suffering.
Itβs watching as the pain works its way through their bones.
Itβs knowing that the smile you wish to give them, the kind words, would only lead to anguish.
Itβs finding other ways to love them.
Itβs endlessly searching for ways to relieve their agony and give them the adoration they deserve.
May it take days, or months, or decades. Youβll keep your devotion in a bottomless jar hoping someday they will drink from it, greedily, happily, sore throat eased from your efforts.












