A Distraction

I became a distraction.

I never intended to be one, but I ended being just that anyway. How painful it is to know that you're just a distraction to the person whom you treat so importantly? Really painful actually. I don't even know why I became one.

Why did I became one? Is it because I'm such an overthinker and always needed someone to talk to, that's why instead of doing things you should be doing, you're comforting me? Or is it because we often end up in a misunderstanding that you're so affected by it, so you think it's best to just stop so you won't be distracted? Or is it just my mere presence that's distracting you?

I never really knew how painful it is to be called a 'distraction' until I experience it myself, and it's taking a lot of effort to bury them down to the deepest part of my memory.

I don't want to be a distraction to someone else, especially not to you because you're a very important person to me and I really want to see you achieve your goals. But I hope you'll tell me that I became a distraction to you already and not just leave me hanging and clueless because I'll gladly distance myself away from you. I don't want your priorities to be ruined just because of me, you need to fulfill all your dreams, and I'll just be on the side, silently cheering you on. Not as a distraction, but as the lady who wished for you to become the best version of yourself.

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