I should have approached you sooner.

I wanted to ask if you were fine
But the 'correct moment' never came.

Rubbish.
Although, you were indeed busy and there were many people around.
Intimate questions should never be asked in the presence of acquaintances.

Still, it feels like a bunch of excuses.

I'm sorry, I became one of those people today. I didn't approach you even though I saw the tears that threatened to overflow--- in your gaze.
I'm sorry, it was until you teared up that i realized,
Oh no. Too late.
Way, way too late.

And so I wrote you a card.
Still, it was wrong of me to have waited that long.
I am sensitive to people's emotions. I feel them as my own,
But what's the point if I hold back despite seeing what I see?
I too was like a follower today. A hypocrite. And I'm sorry for that.

Have to improve, in the future.

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In the card, the advice was heartfelt although I never used it for myself. Never had the chance to.
I told you that sharing the workload with others and relying on them is not a burden, but the best compliment you can give to someone---that you trust them. That you guys are close enough for sharing to not be selfish, but instead, reliance that further strengthens the relationship.
That I thought that you should change the current situation--even if that wasn't apparent.
Really, it's a strange feeling.
Understanding but not really understanding what you feel,
For our circumstances are different.
You have people you can trust and fall back on, but you choose not to, as your gentle soul makes you think that you're burdening them with your own responsibilities.
You willingly take on these responsibilities for your own passion and beliefs.
You are slightly stressed out, but it doesn't seem like you are engulfed by sadness.


Really, it's painful to see others in pain.
Be it pain that I can detect but isn't really apparent, or pain that is written on one's face---for one, crying.
I used to cry when others cried.
When I was judged for that, I learnt to hold it all back,
But I still feel your pain when I can sense it.

A dark, heavy loom that settles over you. That you can't quite get rid of.
Alike to piles of clouds threatening the known fact of rain,
You see it coming, you are expecting it, but you can't really stop it.
You don't know whether encouraging the rain is better, or to solve it without seeing the rain itself.

It's painful to see others in pain.