nbga:
You don’t understand and I can’t explain
But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.
She needed to be needed so she could feel she wasn’t just idly standing by, utterly helpless.
She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.
We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.
