AND HOW

I kind of discovered today again, how fragile so many things are. The last I remembered, while I was trying to grieve my loss, who was really there? The family was more inconsolable than I was, my friends were spewing momentous graces, and buddies were pratically nowhere close to knowing what was running through my life. That woke me up. In the end, I only still had myself.

Everyone seems to have their own hands full. That's alright. Yet, I'm one of the firsts to know what on earth is happening with them, willingly or not.

Here's the best part: people's relationship fail, and it's because of me. People's misfortunes are "partially" due to me. And get this: somehow, something goes wrong, and I'm at some point involved.

Truly, someone does care. Or at least I think so.