You answered that you were just fine when I asked you how you were doing. The road Life had pushed you onto looked like a hard one to me, and so I was concerned for you, my friend.
You said you were fine... and I believed you.
And you looked fine! You handled every obstacle with bravery. You faced every trial with dignity. You never complained, you just did what needed to be done.
So I believed you and I let myself worry about you less.
You were brave and you didn't call attention to your struggle... and I forgot. I forgot that even though you were strong and even though you were quiet and even though you weren't calling out...
Even though all those things were true, I forgot you were still struggling. And I forgot to pay attention.
And I forgot that "I'm fine" doesn't always means "I don't need you."
Sometimes "I'm fine" means "I'm doing okay... because you're here and because you care."
And so, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I forgot to see the struggle, and I'm sorry that I didn't make more effort to be here.
I forgot you needed me.