I didn't realize how much it meant to me to have you care about me until you stopped. I kept waiting, hoping you would check in on me, acknowledge what I've been through, ask me how I'm doing, offer to visit or help in some way....but you didn't. Oh plenty of other people are standing in the gap. It isn't about need. I don't need anything from you. The point is, I wanted you to be there for me. For o long, you just were. I don't know if I did something to change that. If I did, I have no idea what it was. I wanted to feel the validation of our friendship. I wanted to feel cared for by you. I wanted to not have to wonder if you still care. Instead, I feel hurt. I feel neglected, abandoned, and unimportant....at least to you. To so many others, I feel lifted up, prayed for, attended to, honored, assisted, and loved. Still.....your silence is so loud. Your absence is so very hurtful. And no matter how many others care, none fills the hole that's waiting for you to care.
