Ahgaseuni2002
I tried to tell myself that it was normal. That this was the way things were supposed to be. We were both growing, both trying to find ourselves in this new world of fame and success. But it didn't stop the ache in my chest every time I saw him on television, every time he smiled at the cameras, his face lighting up with that signature energy. I loved that about him. I loved his joy, his zest for life. But it hurt, too.
What hurt even more was knowing that he didn't need me the way I needed him. He had his own life, his own world that I wasn't a part of. He was so capable, so full of life. He didn't need me to hold him up. But I needed him. I needed him in ways I couldn't explain, ways I couldn't show.