Just enjoy the music.

All she had wanted was to hear it back. Three words, eight letters, that is all. She would’ve done anything to hear it. Actually, she did close to everything to hear it, and it never happened. But it was alright. She had known what she was getting into in the first place. She knew that it was more likely that she’d end up getting hurt and left than ending up even remotely happy. She knew that it was much more likely that he would find any reason to push her away. She knew that there was no way he would want her for even close to forever. But she couldn’t help it. She put herself in that situation anyway. One in which she just gave it her all, and waited for some kind of tiny recognition, that she knew would never come. Because with him, it was only her faults that were focused on, and everything else she had given of herself was merely ignored. She kept giving anyway. Because for her, it was better to simply be needed even in the tiniest of ways, than to be nothing to him at all.

There are people in our lives who change us. They make us better, make us stronger, make us kinder, make our lives more worth living. And for a while, if you’re lucky, their presence in your life enhances it so, that it is almost as if all the beauty and good in the world has suddenly been revealed to you. If you’re lucky they teach you patience, and how you get more out of doing things for others than doing things for yourself. These people make you into the person you were meant to be.

He had changed her. He had, time and time again, broken her down forcing her to build herself back up. And this had made her better. It made her more patient, understanding, a better friend, a better sister, a better daughter. And in turn, she hoped that she was better for him.

But the most curious, and painful thing, was that he didn’t see it. Everyone around could sense, and see, and know how she poured everything she had into being whatever he needed. Everyone knew how much she cared for him. Everyone but him. Whether or not he ignored it, or disregarded it all, or was simply oblivious didn’t matter. Because at the end of the day, everyday, no matter what, whether he knew it or not, whether he cared or not, whether he had hurt her or not, he was it for her.

All songs come to an end, or so they say, but that’s no reason to not enjoy the music.