It's one of those situations where you thought you were inseparable. It feels invigorating and vividly gratifying to all the senses. But in actuality you're just a figure; temporarily there to fill in the blanks for wherever they lost love for themselves.
It's not necessarily a bad thing. I was there for someone, who needed me to be whatever it was they needed me to be at that time. It's the sharpest occurrence that life has thrown to me as of late...but we get stronger that way right?










