I'll watch it all as you grow, watch as you pull it all together again, with tired eyes and firm spirit. I'll watch as you reassemble your facade, keeping yourself fenced off from the rest of humanity, and pretend that you live like you have no regrets.
I'll be there waiting at my own spot on the worn sofa for your return, to lift you up where others put you down, to read the story engraved in the lines on your face. It's the very story that no one else can read, hidden behind those tired eyes.
I can only hope that someone might some day do the same for me.