Just Another Day of This?

Sometimes it feels like I'm just a cog in a machine, moving through the motions day after day. I've taken on this role out of love and care for someone else, but sometimes it's hard to remember why. Today was one of those days where everything felt heavy and pointless. I sat there for hours with them, listening to their fears and doubts, just like every other day, really. But today, as I tried to offer comfort and encouragement, something in me started to crack. Maybe it's just the weight of all these months rolling into years without a break, or maybe it's because deep down inside, part of me wonders if any of this matters. We had our moment, too, you know, when things get close but don't quite cross that line. It's always so ambiguous and frustrating. I'm supposed to be the steady hand in their life, but sometimes being so close without ever actually touching feels more painful than anything else. So here it is, another day logged in my journal of unspoken longings and quiet sacrifices. Maybe someday it'll all just click into place somehow, but for now, I'm just waiting it out, trying to hold onto hope that this isn't forever.