The one who never left (I'm asking for forgiveness)

 Once in a while, you need to stop running and chasing wild geese, take a cold shower, or better yet, pour a big bucket of ice-cold water over your head, and start asking yourself: who are you hurting? Whose suffering are you blind to?

When you embark on a journey of self-discovery, it becomes easy to ignore the people who love you the most. The people who have already been through hell for you and would spend a lifetime in hell, if you'd simply ask them to. But, at the end of the day, when all illusions vanish and fantasy turns to emptiness, those are the only ones who remain.

Have you got one of those? Have you got one person who always stays, no matter how far you stray? 

Have you ever had someone call you beautiful while the tears you're shedding ruin your makeup?

Have you got someone who watches you shatter to pieces and simply holds your hand, even though it destroys them?

Have you got someone who brings you another beer and never says you should stop drinking, even though you know they think it?

Do you have someone who watches you destroy yourself and simply says: I'm here?

Do you have someone whose heart breaks for you, but they show you nothing but patience?

Do they watch you pour your soul on countless empty pages, desperately wishing it was their shoulder you would have chosen to cry on?

Is there someone who treats you as the most precious thing ever, even though you know your soul is a muddy ugliness?

Do they love you when you cannot love yourself?

But - have you stopped to consider how much it hurts them?

You're a saint, honey. I would literally commit murder for you, I hope you know that. And I know what "literally" means, and I'm not using it lightly. All of me - all my broken pieces - belong to you. And you are the glue that keeps them together. 

And you mean the world to me. The rest is just background noise, disguised as summer jam.