I looked at you from afar.

You looked sad.

"Why?"

I wanted to ask you that.

And I did.

But you never gave an appropriate response.

Not even your closest friends know what's going on.

What's wrong, my love-oh, excuse me. My friend?

What is bothering you?

Maybe you just don't want to burden anyone with what you're dealing with.

I understand.

But I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to,

I'm only a call away.