conversation between pencil and 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 mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. you get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but 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 on of these days, i know i'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, i'm actually happy with my job. so please, stop worrying. i hate seeing you sad :)

:-*