Theres a tennis battle going on in my head, one where there are too many balls, and not enough players. I want to keep fighting for you, but I think I have hit a point where I have to rethink my position, and gather what is left of my army.
Time has inflicted some wounds that are beyond your understanding. My viewpoint differs from yours, and maybe that is where most of the hurting lies. I look at you, and suddenly all I feel like the person in front of me is not really there.
I dont know who you are.
You know, love is strong, but as strong as it is, love needs to be nourished.
I cannot say that I dislike you, but in my eyes, you are just that:lost. I would love to be your compass, and guide you through this complicated path we call life, but I would not be a good friend if I did.
I know as friends we are supposed to be there for each other, but that doesnt mean I am supposed to give you a piggyback ride home. If I did take on all your burdens, and cried all your tears, I would appear to be noble, but in reality, I would be hurting the one person I cannot live without: me.
I may sound like the most selfish person, and maybe a horrible friend, but if I shelter you from the world, how can you ever say you will be there for me, when you cant hold yourself. You need to find your own way, fight your own battles, learn your own lessons, hit a whole lot of walls and as for now, if we are meant to be friends, your path will cross mine sometime in the future.
For now, good luck.
Looking at the glass half empty or half full..how about I finish whats left and ask for a refill?