SOMETIMES…
"My feelings, my heart, my life, my problems", you always said.
I remember it. I can see you lying on your bed, hands on your face. You were always angry or sad or both. There were tiers, there were whining, there were hatred. You were so black inside, quite opposite for your beautiful light hair…
How I never leave? Why I get it all? There were times I was so bored with you and your problems. Sometimes I said it, sometimes not.
There were times I wanted to hit you if that would take those nightmares out of you.
Sometimes I was angry for you. Sometimes tired, but I never leave.
I just couldn't. You were my…I don't know what you were to me, but you were important, very important.