If I could take every thing that ever hurt you, is hurting you now, ever will hurt you, and put them in a bag, and walk that bag to the dump, feet blistering and raw, back aching, ankles creaking against the asphalt, I would rejoice in every miserable step. I would carry your pain every step of the way.
If I could gather every tear you've ever cried and have yet to cry, and maybe the tears you're crying at this moment, and put them in a big glass jar, I would carry that jar on my back everywhere I went, so you would never have to be sad again.
If I could bundle together every dream you ever dreamed that never came true, all the lost dreams that are causing you such pain, and all the dreams that ever will, and put them in my heart, I would grieve in your stead, as the waves crashed along the shoreline of an ocean in my head, so you would never feel hopeless again.
But, I can't.
Only you can do that.
Just know that I love you. And I'll be right beside you on this road.
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