A Letter from the Wasted

You come to me whenever you feel bored; when you’re sick of your world, tired of your life.

You come to me usually ONLY when you feel it all.

And I keep waiting. I keep waiting for you to come. I keep standing there, smiling.

Just because I know one day you’ll need me, one day you’ll see.

And then, there you go.

Slowly walking, closer to me. Resting on my shoulder, telling me stories.

YOUR stories.

Yet I still feel happy and proud. I’m the one you can count on.

I’m the one you trust, the one who knows the whole story.

But then, days pass by. Your life gets back in its exciting way, and here I am.

Left behind. Un-needed. Not then.

But that’s okay. I never complain once, do I?

I’m happy for your good tidings, merry story, your victory.

I’m sad for your regret, disappointment, and defeat.

Then I know, I’m not really the one.

I’m not really the ONLY one you call when you’re sober.

I’m not really the ONLY one you tell your secrets.

I’m not really the one important to you.

Then who am I?

Because then I found out, there are people you share the more.

There are people you hang out with more.

So who am I to you, really?

Am I really that insignificant?

Just a phone number on your list?

Just a phone number that exists whenever the others do not?

And do you even notice that…??

I’m never too busy, too sick, too sad, too happy, too focused WITH MY LIFE

to listen to you, to lend you an ear and a shoulder.

Yes.

i AM disappointed.

i AM sad.

i feel WASTED.

Now you’re leaving. Just a week or two…

But why is it to me like ages??

Why does my heart ache whenever I think of your departure??

Why am I afraid there will be one MORE someone you can count on??

Maybe I fear that one day, you’ll bee too busy to look back and find me.

Maybe I fear that one day, you’ll have TOO MANY someone you can count on.

Maybe I fear that one day, you’ll have too many numbers on your list –

…

and you’ll erase me.

My phone number.

0815186****

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Inspired by my dear sister, a lil of my experience, and especially…

My dear old pal that’s feeling wasted, just like stated in the letter.

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