I wish I could go back in time and tell my friends that I feared to lose them back then. I feared to lose all we had much before things went worst from worse and worse from bad.
I have realised this much later in life, but I have broke down into tears sometimes out of a panic my mind has rushed to. I have cried when that fear approached me.
I have lost some of the dearest ones from my life. I have seen the pattern. I know how it goes. How it unravels over the time. But everytime I think of those things, it seems I was assumed to be over reacting.
Each person I have cried for, could never see the pain or that fear. No one assured me. Everyone rather judged and later, left.