He's everything to you, isn't he? Of course he is. You've been waiting your whole life for him, why wouldn't he be the one?

But he never really came back, did he? He would leave, return, say his little speech, and then leave again. He never really stayed with you like he said he would. I could tell you "He'll be back soon." or "He left because he had business", but words couldn't change the fact that he was gone.

But I was there. I've always been there, right behind you. Not that you noticed. Or if you noticed, not that you cared. It doesn't matter.

I could never touch you like he does. I couldn't warm your hand with my own, or stroke a strand of hair out of your face. I can't even bring myself to be near you; all I can do is talk.

I can comfort you. When you're sad, I'll whisper little nothings that make you giggle. I'll tell you that everything will work itself out in the end, that tomorrow the world will be a little brighter. Anything to make you smile. But I can't catch you when you fall, or hold you when you're scared. I'm sorry.

It's all I can do; it's all I can manage. All I can give you are

simple

kind

words.