I made a miscalculation

I thought you were trying to help me all the time because you were trying to make up for something. You wanted to be useful. You got off on being useful, or you just liked to talk. Or you cared about me and just wanted to help me.

It didn’t occur to me that maybe you didn’t realize something—that you helped me just by being there. I just liked you around. You made me feel infinitely less lonely. You made me think that everything was possible. I just liked sitting next to you, in silence.

You just helped me by existing. I am ashamed that this knowledge was taken from you.