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 mistake vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.

Eraser: That's true, 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 the new one. I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)

reblog from : Haifa's