There is only a select few who know what I am truly going through. There’s only a select few who know when I am faking for everyone in sight.
I don’t need to say a word, we are that tight. They only need to look at me to know that I am alright. They do not ask if I need them or something else. They just appear and do what’s dear.
They are empathetic, not sympathetic. They did not try to make me feel small by comparison to others. They understand my story and know that I worry. I worry about the impact these diseases will have on my loves cause I myself can handle most of the tumps.
They never question my sincerity of what I’m going through. They already know that I hide a great deal of the pain cause there’s not much more anyone can do.
They are my rocks, my precious go too’s. I don’t need to say their names. They already know who’s who.