He’s having a hard time. A really hard time. It’s killing me. Knowing that there’s not much I can do to help him through it. I just have to sit back for now and watch him learn to deal with it. And just hope for the best. It sucks more, having been in that place before. I know how much he’s hurting. I know how long it’s gonna take for all the pain to go away. But more importantly, I know where I stand in his life at the moment.
Music reminds me of the past too. In so many painful ways.
That’s why I’ve stayed away.
I’m learning though. To open up once again.
Today, I caught myself enjoying playing the piano for him.
And that’s exactly why I’m so scared.
Coz I know where this might end.