Sharing Is Caring

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My dear,
It’s a selfish, selfish world out there.
It truly is.

Where relationships are evaluated
Like shares in the stock market.
Love is calculated,
Responses measured,
Reactions contemplated.

Nothing is spontaneous anymore.
Every move carries an invisible label
That reads:
'Proceed with caution'.

Gone are the days
Of fighting over candies,
Sharing what was left of the ice cream cone,
Begging for a turn on the bicycle.

Back when every war
Ended over a favourite snack,
A cartoon on television,
Or silent laughter under the same blanket.
Back when anger lasted only minutes,
And love never needed language.

Time changes everything, my dear.
You realize it has
The moment you pause
And look back.

You see it
In the quieter phone calls,
The delayed replies,
The conversations that now sound careful
Instead of effortless.
You see it

When harmless discussions
Turn into calculations.
When a few numbers
Can wound relationships more deeply
Than years of distance ever could.

So now,
You choose silence more often.
Because some words, once spoken,
Do not leave quietly.

And still, somewhere within memory,
that fierce little loyalty lingers,
belonging to another time now.
Strange how memories keep returning people
Who no longer exist.

And somehow,
You still remain the same.
Your little heart
Still loving with everything it has.
Your mind
Still wandering through hallways
Filled with voices that no longer live there.
But no one else stayed behind with you.

They grew up.
Moved ahead.
Built worlds of their own.
Somewhere along the way,
you learned how distance arrives quietly,
even between names once spoken without thought.

There is no room for “ours”
Once “mine” quietly enters the room.

You may have shared a childhood,
A bedroom,
A last piece of chocolate,
A thousand ordinary afternoons.
But you will not share the same road forever.

You have yours.
They have theirs.
And perhaps
That is what growing up really means.

Learning that love can remain,
Even after closeness leaves.

Sad, but real.
Hard, but true.

So brace yourself, my dear.
And keep walking.
For it is a selfish, selfish world.
Trust me.
It is.

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