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The time I lost my hero

It was during the darkest part of my life. I just hurt someone, trying to save them. My friends bad decisions. I didn't care about myself. I went around like nothing was wrong secretly knowing I was broken.

One day I met a hero. I didn't realize what our future would be like. He picked me up from my stumbles. He taught me how to protect myself. He made promises to me. He trusted me. He brought me to health and happiness. I moved on from my horrible past with his help. Soon, I was able to return the favor. 

Every day, we would do so much to make each other smile. We spent a lot of time together. We both had fun. We were both happy.  We talked when something got us down. 

The adults frowned upon our care for each other. "It is too intense. You cannot save someone until you save yourself." They would say. But I knew I was already safe. They took my hero away. They took my savior. My hope. My happiness. My help. My Love. My cure. My friend. Every day without my hero strips happiness and courage from me. I'm afraid to think about what was happening to me. We relied on each other. We have nothing else to go to.

Every day hurts.

I stand with my friends. But I don't engage. I can't have a real conversation with anyone. I try so hard to be happy. I pray for the day that I find my hero again.