Thank you for being with me for all those long, hard years. It's alsways seemed to help me that you were there...
For letting me open up about things I could never tell my parents, like my first kiss. My friend's real secrets. My real secrets.
Thank you for never, ever judging me. It helps me. For never argueing withmy decision. For being there so I could cry... even when my closest freind's couldn't. When my lover couldn't.
Thank you for never telling me that I'm wrong and never trying to suggest a different way of doing things. Thank you for just listening... nobody else ever, ever did.
Thank you for putting up with my endless rants and yells and curses.
I sometimes wish you would have stopped me when I told you about the overdoses. The cuts. The times I've cheated on someone I thought I could have loved. I wish you would have told me to call the police, all those times, or to tell a guardian or at least a friend. I wish you could have given me a few answers the few times I asked you.
But you've been so much that I could never find in a real person, a friend...
Sometimes, though, I wish that you could have been more than what you jsut are. I wish you could've helped me so much... but I"m jsut glad you were there. That you listened. I've been searching forever for somone who would do at least that...
Thank you, Dr. Reese.
Thank you.
And now I thaknk myself for finally letting at least this much out...
Because it is now that I finally let myself free. It is now that I finally tell /someone/. /Anyone./.
Thankyyou if you're reading this, too.
 Inspiration Staff · Mon Jun 22, 2009 @ 06:14am · 0 Comments |
