For the one who showers me with love every single day.
For the one who listens, even when I say the most inappropriate things.
For the one with whom I struggle to get along, but loves me so.
For the one who does not talk to me for long lengths, but shares a bond that goes back in time.
And for the one who, willingly or not, keeps me company for otherwise lonely school hours.
It is not what I dreamed.
But it is, at least, more than I expected.
And I am grateful.
Though I wish I could say more to them.
I need not burden them with any more.
My weight is mine alone to bear.
Though I may wish to share it, that seems impossible for now.
"Though I may not understand, I am here to listen"
"I'm sorry that you have to be a cloud"
"I don't want to understand, but I want to support you"
"I understand how you feel, I am like that too."
Though I cannot share the burden, those words, those feelings. (which I paraphrased to keep identity confidential)
They are enough to keep me going.
I may not be able to connect.
I may not have the same relationships that I see abundant between so many people.
But though I may walk alone.
Those feelings help light the way.