At first everything seemed okay. We operated in what most would deem a normal friendship.
But you slowly began to suck up all my time.
If it wasn't one thing it was another, and if I couldn't be there I wasn't a good friend.
Every day there was new drama, a new battle. And every night there was a new fight. You made me feel obligated to fix your problems and then guilty when I was incapable of doing so.
The sky was always falling.
But I cared about you, so every time you called, I came running. I ran and I ran and I ran until I couldn't anymore; until you had used up all my compassion.
You were always the one with the "crisis" but somehow I was always the one who ended up feeling drained.
And now I am empty. I have nothing left to give you, and it saddens me because I love you.
There is nothing easy about saying goodbye, but at some point I have to save myself.
I didn't even realize how much of an anchor you had become, always dragging me down into your calamity. But at some point I have to surface again and breathe in some air.
If I can't take care of myself, if I can't breathe, how can I save you?
I hope you understand. I hope you know that I love you. I hope that you find your way to the surface again too, and I hope that our paths cross when we are both floating.
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