There are more than one way to get hurt: I suddenly found a new one just by acknowledging your pain. Like all people of all walks of life, I am amazed that you still manage to stand on two feet, still actually go to the office everyday, still find time to play, all the while nursing a gaping wound as big as your own heart. (If I were in your shoes, Dear, I'd have dropped dead two years ago).
There are more than one way to get hurt: I suddenly found another one, when I realized I could do nothing to help you. Standing on the shore and watching you slowly drowning in the sea, pains me so much. So much that I wriggle like you wouldn't believe, because all powers within me cannot convey what I want the most: I want to reach out a hand and yank you out of the sea.
As you slowly mention that my help isn't needed, I slowly realize that I just found out, Dearest, yet another way to get hurt.
