Did the mistake I caused a year ago just repeated itself?
It feels the same to me, but reality shows otherwise - or at least deceiving.
No proper expression of gratitude, then eventually I'm the one who break down again.
I don't want to go through that cycle again.
Most of all, I'm afraid of having you gone.
Maybe that's why I help others. And yet I expect something proper in return. A hug, some affirmation, some friendship love.
It's kind of sad to admit that I've never experienced friendship love before. Those that you care about each other and such.
I just want one genuine friendship as described.
