"Only Half Of The Story"

“I need to go it alone,” you told me.
I didn’t fight it. “I understand,”
even though I hadn’t a clue,
and the tears were welling up inside.
I quickly hid them from the world.
They needn’t know this sorrow.
Not yet.

Days passed. Weeks. A month.
No change.
I don’t know how I lasted that long.
My mind was in pieces, my spirit in turmoil.
Do you realize what I went through for you?
For love?

You may think you’re right,
but oh, how wrong you really are.
Your friends are just that: friends.
Do you know the meaning of the title?
It carries significant weight,
full of nuances and mystic treasure.
We are bound to you forever,
even if you leave us.
Our hands are always outstretched,
though you may not meet us halfway.
You seem to forget
just how special you are to us.
To yourself.
To the world.

Take my hand.
Meet my gaze.
Open your mouth,
and we’ll open our ears.

Purge,
and we will catch it.
Stagger,
and we will hold you up.
Weep,
and we will weep with you.

It’s your choice.
Go it alone and risk your identity…
or help us to help you
go forward
in this life.