I saw you again today. You couldn’t see me watching you, as usual, but I could see everything you did. And today you were crying.
I wanted to hold you, but didn’t, I wanted to comfort you, but I let those tears fall with no shoulder to catch them. I wanted so bad to reach out and touch you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
That is how I’ve always done it, I have stood by for years, as you weathered the harsh rain and the baking sun. I saw you when you first broke down, I saw you try to salvage what had remained, watched you fail at it and fail again.
And still I did nothing.
Something stands between us, always, something that seems like it will never let you see me, nor me reach you. You and me are from different worlds, you see: I live in the real world, where all this stuff happens, but you, you live in a foreign land, but we are not so different, you and I. For you feel much more than I ever can, and I see much more than you ever could. And yet we cannot