Everything...affects everything

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Because no, I didn’t push her away. I didn’t add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who might’ve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading. I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.