Life is long

Sometimes it just feels life is long. You wish they could see your perspective or see you through but all you find is just shallow glances. You also feel sometimes you’re just another character in their life. Somewhere they’re building an ideal life where you’re a character. You’re part of it but they don’t revolve around you or at least they don’t think that way and that’s totally fine but you feel sorry that one day when you won’t be in their life, they’d realise what you’re to them but then there won’t be any way back for them. Just a smile or a courteous thanks goes long way. You cannot give most to them but just a thoughtful gesture no matter how subtle it is go long way but alas it never happens that way with the person. No matter what you do, you just are there because otherwise why would you be! You better serve a purpose. Hah! A purpose. Life is long, isn’t it!