Bilancia

As in everything, there seems to be a certain balance to life. A balance that when tipped ever so slightly to one side somehow seems to send life spiraling into something that feels so... chaotically unbalanced.

I had you. For so long. You were my rock; someone to pull me back up when I had slipped too far. You held my sanity together. You became a part of me when everything inside of me was so empty...

Before... Loving you meant missing him.
And now... Loving him means missing you.

Seems like an awful price to pay for friendship.