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To my own personal Greg House.

Your Personal Savior

You cried the night she left you, and I was there. And I stayed there and I'll be here and none of this will ever change. On this, you have my word- scout's honor.

I cried at your first PT session, but didn't notice. Of course you didn't; there were bigger things on your mind. She was on your mind like a tumor on a vital organ. Could I be your parasite? Could I live off your misery?

It would have been irresponsible of me not to throw aside everything for you, to tear apart my own life for you, to kill myself a little bit to save you. It would have been irresponsible of me to let you hurt. But I couldn't stop it. And do you want to know a secret? I almost liked it. Despite all I sacrificed and despite the fact that it pained me to see you in such agony, I liked it. You told me once that I need to be needed and it's true. I wish we could've stayed in that moment forever, wish I could still be drinking in your sweet teardrops.

But she's back. And you took her back, you bastard.

After all she did to you! After how much she hurt you! And you fall back under her spell like nothing has changed. But we're all different now.

You hurt me.

You fucking bastard.

When it comes down to it, I like you miserable. I like you needy. We're both parasites, in our own rights. I hate this new you, this you that hums and almost seems content with the world. What's all this? Where's my friend?

But I never had you, did I? Not really. I've always been the surrogate, the second choice, we just pretended it wasn't that way. You came to me because you didn't have her, but it wasn't your choice and you wished it were different.

It is now.

I hope you break. God, I hope you break and let me pick up your pieces. I can't stand this man you've become, this man with hope. I'm now unneeded. I'm now yesterday's news.

Maybe I won't save you this time. Maybe I won't brush you off and set you back on your feet. It would serve you right.

But who am I kidding? It's what I've been waiting for.

I was your distraction, wasn't I? The teddy bear you clung to now lying, cob-webbed in your attic. You don't need me anymore. I was the plaything you had while you waited for her return. I suppose it was inevitable.

It was never me, was it? When it comes down to it, it was always her.