Tired of running.
Running after you, trying to catch up with you.
You seem so close but you are not looking back, you keep running straight forward.
You do not make an attempt to wait for me.
You do not try and run slower.
I am tired of keeping up with you if you are not willing to help me catch up.
I scream your name.
I will stop running!
I stop running.
You first do not realize it, but then you turn around and see me laying on the floor, tired and exhausted.
You want to go back but you can not.
Because I gave up trying to make you notice me.
So I fade away.
You can not see me anymore.
You can not talk to me anymore.
You can not touch me anymore.
And now you realize what you have lost.
A friend. Or even more than that?
