I wish I could tell you when this pain would go away but I can’t.
I don’t know how it started.
I don’t know when it’ll end.
I wish I could tell you this longing you have will end, only thing you have to be concerned about is when.
But I can’t.
I wish I could tell you I know how you feel, that I understand your pain but I can’t.
We all hurt differently.
We deal with it differently.
We embrace it differently.
I cannot tell you I understand, I can only stand by you for that moment when your defenses come down and try and shelter you as best as I can.
I wish I had an answer for all the questions you have in your mind, whether or not you intend to make them known.
If I did, I’d be god and you will adore me.
Oh wait, atheists don’t believe in Gods.
I wish I could assure you that karma works in mysterious ways but I can’t.
Because karma is a bitch, that does work in mysterious ways.
We just need to do the math and figure it out.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you but I’m afraid I’d be hurt.
You know how bad your reputation is, there’s really no need to explain further.
I wish I could tell you what’s in my head, my heart but I can’t.
I don’t understand them either.
I spent a lot of time pondering and reworking these thoughts.
They still don’t make sense to me.
I wish I could tell you what I see our or my future as but I can’t.
I don’t know what I want.
And I’m scared.