Letter.

(which should never be sent)

"Selflessness is a virtue until it turns into one-sided silence."

I'm not mad at you.

That's important.

I just noticed that lately you always come when there's trouble.

When you're tired.

When you need to rest at someone's place.

We didn't count in the past.

We didn't weigh who contributed what.

We walked side by side.

And that was enough.

Now it's not like that.

I'm still there when it's time to clean.

When it's time to stand up.

When it's time to take responsibility.

And you'd rather keep the buck somewhere else.

I'll help you out.

Not because I don't see what's happening, but because I remember what was.

But know this:

I'm not staying because I can't leave, but because I'm choosing to for now.

One day it might not be like that.

Not out of punishment.

Not out of anger.

Just because strength is not infinite.

And friendship is not a refuge, but an order held from two directions.

I will not send this letter.

Because you do not need to understand first.

But me.

"It is not that I give that hurts, but that I am the only one holding the balance."