Pencil & Eraser

Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry.

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.

Eraser: That's true, but I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I could feel this quote. I could relate to it. I just saw this again, my brother's friend posted it up and I remembered seeing this month ago or so on Angeline's blog. You're my pencil, you write my life you make mistakes, but I'll always be there to erase your wrong-doings giving you my back. This is all I can feel for you. I'll be gone one day, but at least I lived my time doing what I love -- being there for you.