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This post is for that 1 person whom I care a whole lot for.

2 years of emotions. 2 years of overthinking. 2 whole years of exasperation.

I still remember why he stood out from the rest; Sympathetic, kind-hearted, introverted, the way he carried himself, how he appeared to laugh at his own shortcomings. Beneath that exterior, I noticed hints of sadness.

Of all the conversations we had, I always hoped that somehow one day I would be able to provide some form of comfort instead of just being on the receiving end. I opened up to him, hoping that he would also be comfortable enough to do so one day. So that I will prove to be useful somewhat and not appear to be that gloomy cloud that always brings up negative emotions.

But I’ve come to realise that all that I wished for would not happen. I’ve overestimated myself in my ability.

Over time, others showed up, providing bundles of joy, concern and whatnot. Its becoming obvious that their presence would mean more. Its rather ridiculous how trying to become a companion could be such a daunting task for me…

I guess I should give up. Maybe its just time for me to fade into the background. Perhaps thats where I belonged in the very first place.

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