rkc5256

I'm here. Next to you. Can't you see me? Can't you feel me? I've fought for you. Over. And over again. But somehow you can't acknowledge my presence. Why is that? I feel as if I am invisible in your eyes. Even though I saved you a thousand times. Are you thinking of me? Or am I just not enough to be seen? But how can you see me when you are in trouble? If you can't see my now... Why do you recognize my company when I am in some sort of aid to you? And this often is the case... More importantly, why do I put up with you? Over and over again? Perhaps my ignorance of perceiving this sick pattern as love is the real problem. N