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I remember the days when I used to run around you with a pillow in my hand, because you were always standing on one foot.
I would be there to clean up every scrape, catch every tear and hold out my hands at every tremor, just in case.
I was ready for every moment of instability.
And then one day, you no longer needed me.
Not necessarily because you found something better, but found something that you feel you need more.
But I still hold that pillow, just in case.