It distresses me. This... issue, situation... thing. It's like she's been struggling to balance on a tightrope all this while with despair on one side and angst on the other. If I could, I'd fill her world with cottoncandy smiles and honey- dipped sunshine. If I could, I'd turn back time so she'd be still be the carefree, happy person I used to know. If I could, I'd cast a spell so she'd never know what negativity is about. If I could, I'd remove the reluctance and perhaps, dread, she feels.
I feel somewhat guilty for enjoying the very same thing she dislikes. It bugs me like a chronic headache. Here I am living my life the way I've always wanted and there she is spinning that cocoon around her, that bright smile and twinkle in her eye replaced by the weary drooping of shoulders and weak grin.
Let go, let go and we'll all be there to catch you.
Reach out, reach out and we'll all be there to hold your hand, cheer you up, get you through.
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