How difficult it is to be a witness to someone's pain, someone's suffering, someone's struggle... especially when that someone is someone very special.
We each have our own path to follow and we can only do things in our own time; I know this, but knowing this doesn't always help. Truly sometimes I feel helpless...
But this is when I try to take a step back. It's not a big step, because that's very difficult, but just a tiny one. And you know what? That's when I see that maybe being a witness has its good side as well. Because I'm not only a witness to the difficult parts; I'm also a witness to the goodness, and the beauty that shines out from underneath.
Yeah, now that I think about it I kinda like being a witness... it gives me an insight that I wouldn't otherwise have. And it means that that someone who is very special has let me in close enough that I am right there if she needs me. Being a witness is, indeed, a good thing.