my head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and, somehow, the future. i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and i am trying. and i am one person and i am two hands and i am one heart. and i love you. and i am so glad you are here and still just a part of my life
"to be honest with you, I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart; a heart that's aching to see you smile again." Has happened many times. True friend. Things always get better.