There's always a word 'Waiting'

Perhaps my most real part for you is to wait. Waiting for you to hurt because of her then you ask me to be a healer, then you run after her until she gets hurt and fall again. And there I was invited back to just take care of your wound until healed and then you leave again running towards her.
That's the next cycle of relationship about me who is always waiting for you realize that actually there I am here who willing to heal you even though for that I have to hold my own pain.
Then, who healed me?
Then, I wait again, waiting for you to heal once

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