I ain't good!
The fact that she is happy and contented. And enjoying this new phase of her life...putts me in a weird situation.
May you always stay this happy says the lip...and heart crunches in fear, that she may not need me now. In despair and sadness.
This shoulder would no longer be required.
The feeling is like of a runner, who has won yet again in a race...and somehow not satisfied with his performance.
The lost-out feeling.
The miserable, lonely wretched feeling.