This Concerns You

All I have to say is, I am sorry! I am sorry for not being there for you at times. Times when you just needed someone to listen to your troubles and to give you someone sane advice.

But instead, you ended up going to people who do not know you as I do! I apologize for being inconsiderate! I am sorry for making tighter bonds with others and having a life that does not revolve around you! A life consumed by routine! I am also sorry for being brutally honest when you wanted me to "sugar-coat" my honesty. I am sorry for getting in the way of all your relationships; truth is..., I love you so much that I caused your relationships to end tragically, for I cannot help but want you for myself! Everywhere I go there you are, around the corner, driving in a passing car, in the sky above everyone because I wish you so much success.

Truth is, I believe in you, and I am unable to live without you, as it feels like you are a part of me, my other!

Every time I look back at myself, there you are.

I try to touch you and all I feel is the coldness of the minor.

I wish to caress you and be enveloped by your warmth, but it is unfortunate that it is not meant to be.

You are just the man in the mirror, a reflection of what resides inside my infinite heart only longing to keep you forever in its crevasses until we are no longer of this world!

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