Your friendship is worth more than gold to you so you

give and give and give.

You put your heart second and

hurt and hurt and hurt.

Maybe it's because you don't see your own worth

so it feels like the right thing to do.

"It's okay."

"I'm fine."

"No really!"

You're not fine.

Your heart hurts. You can't sleep. But you endure.

Because you don't want any relationships to change.

Change. God, the one thing that truly, truly scares you.

It's a beast, coming in and turning even the most familiar faces into strangers.

It makes purple seem yellow and yellow seem green.

The flower is a bird. And the birds are trees.

Your whole world will become different. A strange place where the path home turns out to be a dead end.

You're lost! So very lost!

"Help! Someone!"

"I hurt! I hurt! I hurt!"

Can't you see? There is no use. All attempts to stop your suffering leads to change.

You know what happens when change visits, don't you?

He can't come over. He isn't welcome.

He wreaked havoc when he came last time.

But... he did become a friend at the end. Didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

He bruised you up a bit but then he did take care of your wounds.

He invited time over and they both worked on you.

Stitching up that broken heart.

Change would drain the poison from your thoughts. While time massaged and soothed your head

until the throbbing went away.

They tucked you into bed every day and kissed your cheeks.

They tell you they will always be there. In different forms.

They will always be there. Always.